You can feel it. Every second you’re in this room is driving you wild. You’re sure that you are in heat, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to keep you from pouncing on this stud and sucking him like a milkshake. You can see that his workout is failing to distract him as he keeps looking on your direction, his shaft slowly rising to life as he increases his bloodflow with each curl. Both of the clouds are at war with each other to dominate the space in the room, you masturbating and him trying to work out. Before long, he drops his weights and pulls his shorts down. He tries to rush you, but you’re one step faster as you pounce on him, your sopping wet pussy quickly lubricating the footlong, musky horse shaft. You can’t stop your hips from traveling from his tip to his balls and back before plunging straight in with reckless abandon. After hearing you squeal with pleasure, he firmly grasps your hips to steady himself as he begins to piston you from underneath your flesh. The vigorous but rhythmic sound of the sex you are having right now feels like an eternity, you want this feeling to last forever. You can’t help but gush like a pressurized hose as you slather the poor thing in your thick musky femcum. Just as you slow down, he speeds up, signaling to you that it’s about time for your ride to stop. He grinds to a halt as you feel him absolutely inflate you with his cum, making a sizable bump that makes you look bloated. As much cum as he filled you with, you could be pregnant three times over.