Jaune loved Friday nights.
His opinion wasn't exactly unique among the student body. Friday was the last day of the school week, the beginning of their two day stretch of freedom. It was the longest point between classes, the best opportunity to let your hair down and have fun without having to worry about grades, homework or Professor Goodwitch grilling you over a poor performance in Combat Class. Everyone knew that Friday night in Vale was peak entertainment, night clubs packed to the brim with stressed out nine to fivers and university students. Shops were open later, venues were booked out and only the poor souls who worked over the weekend had to temper their burning desires to party.
The reason Jaune loved Friday nights was different to everyone else, though. Friday nights meant it was the last training session of the week with his partner, Pyrrha. Monday was dedicated to conditioning and endurance, setting and fine tuning a regime that he would follow for the rest of the week. Pyrrha changed this every week, never allowing his body to get used to any particular activity. Tuesday was all about technique; footwork, swordplay and shield work, the backbone of his fighting style that he practiced whenever he could. Wednesday was a free day, though it was time he took to work on the things he had learned alone. Thursday was for training of the mind. If you could not keep your wits about you under stress, then what good was anything else? Despite his lack of confidence in his own skills, this was something he was strangely good at. It was something that his partner had noticed in him when he had taken charge during initiation, even with his lack of experience. It was probably why Ozpin had made him leader.
And then Friday.
Friday was about learning how to fight without his weapon. You couldn't always expect to be prepared, to have your sword or gun or dust with you. What if someone disarmed you? Ruby was a prodigy, attending Beacon two years early; but they all knew how ineffectual she was without Crescent Rose. It was one of her biggest weaknesses as a fighter, a weakness that Pyrrha would not allow him to emulate.
He couldn't help but agree. It had quickly become his favorite type of training. Unarmed combat was thrilling; just two bodies and nothing else, vying for supremacy. Two human beings at their base, using what the Brother Gods had given them and nothing more. It was primal and exhilarating; thrilling. As much as he loved learning to wield his sword and shield, there was no more rewarding feeling than clawing tooth and nail with nothing but your own strength.
Jaune was getting excited just thinking about it. It wouldn't be long now. Dinner was coming to a close and then he would meet Pyrrha at their usual Friday night spot. She had already gone on ahead after finishing her meal in preparation, leaving him with Team RWBY, Ren and Nora.
"Hey Jaune," Ruby asked suddenly as he finished off the last of his chicken leg. "Are you busy tonight? I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out, maybe play some video games? Weiss is a bit of a drag and Yang is forcing Blake to socialize, so she is dragging her down to the city."
"Excuse me?" Weiss scowled at her partner's comment. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Yang laughed at the affronted look on Blake's face.
"I have no problems socializing," Blake said crossly. "Don't make it sound like I'm an incompetent."
Ruby just shrugged. "Lack of game recognizes lack of game. Socially awkward, remember?"
"Right on, girl," Nora raised a hand and Ruby clapped it in a solid high five. "You tell that sour puss."
Blake glared at Nora as Yang just laughed even harder.
"I don't appreciate the cat joke," Blake grumbled petulantly. Nora blinked.
"What cat joke?" she thought about it for a second. "Oh~! Haha – wow, that was totally by mistake. I really am funnier than even I realized, huh?"
Ren shook his head, though there was a look of amusement on his face. "You really did that by mistake?"
"Heck yeah, I did."
"Don't just ignore me," Weiss snapped irritably. "What do you mean I'm a drag?"
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Your plan for tonight is studying. Booooring~!"
"Just because I care about my grades doesn't mean I'm boring!"
"I mean, it does a little," Yang decided to chip in. "It's Friday! Come on, Weiss. Take off a load and join us down in Vale. It'll be fun. Promise!"
"I'd rather run in traffic, thank you," Weiss sniffed. "My idea of a good time isn't consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol and flashing my flesh to entice disappointing specimens who want nothing more than to rut against me, consumed by their base desires. That is your lane, not mine."
Yang stared at her. "Did you just call me a slut?"
Weiss scoffed. "If that is what you got from that, then that is on you."
"You got a real nasty way with words, Weiss," Nora rested her chin in her hand, slumped against the table. "You aren't wrong but could you say it a little nicer? You might hurt her feelings."
"What the hell?" Yang demanded. "How do you guys see me, exactly?"
"Booba," Ruby summed up in one word. Her sister shot her an annoyed glance.
"You guys suck."
Jaune watched all this with a grin on his face. "Sorry Ruby – I've got training with Pyrrha tonight, remember?"
Ruby pouted. "Whaaat? Again? I didn't think it was every Friday."
They all knew about his arrangement with his partner, though only Ren and Nora knew about his forged transcripts. One day, he would tell them. It wasn't that he didn't trust Team RWBY with the information. He just didn't want to lay that burden of knowledge on them. It was one thing to know that one of your friends wasn't quite as strong as the rest of your group. It was another to know that they had zero formal training at all. He didn't want them to think they had to watch over him like concerned babysitters.
Weiss shot her partner a haughty look. "See? I'm not the only one dedicated to self improvement instead of wasting precious time on useless frivolities. I'm impressed, Jaune. I thought for sure that you would have given up by now but it is clear that you are serious about this. Continue to work hard and you will see results."
That might have been the nicest thing Weiss had ever said about him.
"Aww, come on," Ruby whined. "Having a break every now and then isn't so bad, is it?"
"Ruby," Weiss clucked her tongue in disapproval. "Jaune needs all the help he can get. You saw how atrocious he was at the beginning of the year, didn't you? Stop trying to get in his way. He will never catch up if he doesn't devote all his time and energy in getting the basics down. He certainly needs it. If he cannot surmount the unsightly mass that is Cardin Winchester, what point is there in attending Beacon at all?"
Jaune grimaced.
Nora was right – Weiss really did have a way with words.
"Gee, thanks Weiss," he said.
She nodded at him, a hint of a smile tugging at her stern lips. "You're welcome," she replied, missing his sarcastic tone completely. "Give my regards to Pyrrha, would you? She has been doing a splendid job with your training. It definitely shows."
"She's right," Blake said. "You're doing much better now. I didn't believe it at first but the rate in which you've improved is admirable."
Jaune rubbed his neck, slouching slightly in embarrassment. Garnering the praise of his friends made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Ren nodded at him, showing that he agreed with their statements.
"That's our leader for ya," Nora slapped him on the back so hard he nearly slammed face first into the table. The ginger haired girl flexed her hand, staring at her palm with a little surprise. "Oooh~! Those muscles just aren't for show."
Yang shot Nora a curious look. "What?"
Jaune stood before the conversation could derail even further, knowing that his teammate was about to say something outrageous and no doubt embarrassing for him.
"Right, time to go," he said quickly, shooting Ruby a look. "How about I stop by after? Sound good?"
"Okaay~!" Ruby chirped.
"As long as you shower first," Weiss demanded before he could depart. "We do not need the reek of a sweaty man in our room."
"Weiss," Ruby moaned, covering her face. "What are you even saying?"
"Hmm, I don't know," Yang mused. "I wouldn't mind that."
Weiss glared at the blonde. "And you wonder why we see you the way we do?"
Jaune beat a hasty retreat, too far away to hear Yang's retort. It was something suitably offensive, no doubt. She wasn't the type of girl to allow someone else to mock her without retaliation. Moments later he heard Weiss shriek something in return. Jaune just hoped it didn't devolve into another food fight.
They'd gotten in so much trouble last time.
Since he didn't require his weapon or anything special in particular for his training, he made his way directly to their usual Friday night haunt. He had showered before dinner so he was clean and ready, excitement building as he approached one of the many private rooms set aside for teams wishing to hone their craft. When he entered, Jaune saw that Pyrrha had already laid out the mat. In the corner were a stack of clean towels, as well as several bottles of oil.
His partner was waiting patiently, kneeling with her eyes closed, engulfed in a large pink bathrobe. Her gorgeous red hair was braided expertly, the thick cord draped down over her chest. When the door shut behind him, emerald eyes opened and regarded him serenely. Jaune smiled and after a moment, she returned his smile with one of her own.
"Hello," she greeted, beaming.
"Hi," he returned.
A blue bathrobe sat beside the towels and he hurried over, removing his clothes quickly. Once upon a time, he would have been much too shy to do such a thing but after weeks of training together, they knew each other inside and out. There was nothing to hide, nothing Pyrrha hadn't already seen. When the last of his clothing piled on the floor, he pulled on the bathrobe and turned.
Green eyes glinted like gems, filled with fire and purpose.
"Shall we?" she asked, rising to her feet fluidly.
Jaune nodded eagerly.
No matter how many times he had seen her, she still took his breath away. Her hands undid the belt of her robe and with a quick shrug, the pink material fell away from her shoulders. It pooled around her feet, discarded as her magnificent body was displayed to his roaming eyes. If there was one word he could use to describe what he was looking at, it would be perfection.
All of the girls at Beacon were fit, their bodies the result of hours, days, months and years of hard work; the accumulation of their desires to defend the world of man against the darkness, leaving them with powerful, trim physiques that were beautiful and built for combat. But what was fit for purpose for one thing was more than enough for many others.
Broad shoulders narrowed down to a slender, tight waist before flaring out into a set of very healthy, rounded hips. Her stomach was toned with well worked muscle, abdominals tight with every breath she took. Powerful thighs flowed down into shapely calves, skin smooth, pale and blemish free no matter where he looked. Her breasts were large with an attractive amount of natural droop resembling symmetrical teardrops, nipples pointed and areola large and puffy. A small tuft of well maintained crimson hair sat upon her mons above tight, puffy vulva hiding away her most intimate place. When she turned, he was greeted by the sight of her sculpted butt, high and plump. Her back was a work of art, muscles rolling beneath her skin as she stretched, rising up on her toes so everything pulled tight.
Jaune doubted there was a more well built body in all of Remnant. Powerful and strong without losing a hint of her femininity, the body of a champion fighter and supermodel all in one. Pyrrha was the complete package; Yang may have had larger breasts, Blake's butt might be even more shapely and tight, and Weiss might be just a tad more beautiful but none of them were as complete across the board.
And her eyes – no one had eyes as beautiful or enchanting, save maybe Ruby. But while Ruby's silver were unique and striking, Pyrrha's were filled with passion that so rarely allowed itself freedom. Only here in this room did the normally reserved, polite girl allow herself to release that which she normally kept so tightly controlled. Only here did Pyrrha allow herself to be herself – and only with him.
Jaune swallowed.
"Your turn," she said with an impish smile.
He didn't even know why he had bothered with the robe since he was taking it off already, but Pyrrha insisted upon it every time. Loosening the belt, he shrugged it off and watched as those beautiful eyes of hers lit up. They roamed across his chest greedily, falling ever lower until they found their prize. A pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and Jaune's cock twitched at the sight.
"You are a very fine specimen, Jaune," she said, meeting his eyes. "Our training together is doing wonders for you."
It really was. Jaune had always been fit but he had never held the body of a warrior, of a huntsman. He had run and lifted weights before Beacon, almost religiously – but that hadn't been enough. It was a good base to start with, though. A base that Pyrrha had molded into a mass of lean, wiry muscle that was ideal for slaying Grimm, retaining speed while amplifying strength. It was clear as day that whenever she looked at him, it pleased her to see.
Prominent pectorals, muscled abdominals and rugged obliques, his broad shoulders gradually shrunk down to a narrow waist, his v-cut abs leading down to a flat pelvis. Thighs thick and strong with bulging calves that flexed as he shifted from side to side. He couldn't see it but he knew his back was a broad map of muscle, crafted by his partner's rigorous training regimes. She had transformed him from athletic to combat ready in the span of half a year.
He could never repay her enough.
"Shall we?" she gestured to the bottles of oil.
The olive oil spilled over her skin and followed the cut of her muscles, the dips and hollows and swells until she shimmered beneath the artificial lights. Taking his hands, he helped to spread the slippery substance across her body, massaging it across her shoulders and down her arms, between her fingers and down her back. He rubbed it into her hips and thighs, across her firm butt and up her trim tummy. When he cupped her breasts, she arched her back, making a sound of encouragement as he squeezed and tugged at her soft, perky flesh. She was so warm to the touch.
"Don't forget," she said, shaking her hips and spreading her stance. "You have to get everywhere."
Her core was blazing hot and damp, his fingers pressing against her squishy vulva. Pyrrha hummed as he spread the oil all around her crotch, a small mewl escaping her lips as he coated her clit before kneeling to focus on her legs and feet. Beneath the strong scent of the olive oil, he could smell her arousal and musk. He looked up at her and saw her eyes blazing.
"Your turn," she said.
Jaune shivered as she poured the oil across his shoulders. It ran down his body, helped by her strong hands. She squeezed and rubbed his muscles, giving him a massage as she worked it into his skin. His cock had already been half hard from touching her body but now it quickly rose to full mast, lightly curved upwards as it bobbed between them. Pyrrha giggled as she gripped the base of his cock and stroked it up and down.
"We need to make sure this guy is covered as well," she said seriously, smiling up at him as she worked it with both hands. He throbbed as she slathered oil all across his shaft and glans, squeezing the head between her fingers. Jaune felt his ass tense and hips rock with her motions, the sensation of her well lubricated hands working the head of his cock tingling deep in his balls. Balls that she suddenly grabbed, rolling them around in the palms of her hands.
"There," she gave his sensitive eggs one final tug before moving onto his thighs, his ass, his calves. She finished up by kneading his back, pressing her bust against him and using her body to spread the last of the oil. "All done~!"
His cock stood straight up against his body, hard enough to stand under its own strength. Jaune watched as she walked over to the mat, her ass jiggling when she gave a little hop. He gripped his dick and gave it a little shake before following after her, taking up a position directly opposite her.
Pyrrha looked a vision, covered head to toe in oil, skin glistening and highlighting her powerful, gorgeous body. Her puffy nipples were hard and pointed, not at all shy as his gaze roamed over them. There was something about how her vulva looked that made his cock pulse eagerly, her tender flesh shiny and wet.
"First one to pin is the winner," she said, repeating the one rule they had. "Are you ready, Jaune? I wish to see an improvement on your efforts from last week."
If they were wrestling without oil, Jaune was fairly confident that his size and strength would win the day almost every time. While Pyrrha was no doubt more skilled and had flawless technique, sometimes brute force and leverage was impossible to overcome. It was just an undeniable fact that he was bigger, arms and legs longer, shoulders broader and he was heavier, much heavier. Aura leveled the playing field but if there was one area that Jaune actually outstripped his peers, it was with aura. Pyrrha had noticed early on that not only did he have a lot of it, but it seemed like the way it amplified his physical abilities was much more potent than others experienced. She thought that maybe it was a hint at his semblance but ultimately, they were unsure why this was. It meant that even with her advantage in experience and pure, sublime ability, Jaune could manhandle even Pyrrha when it came down to it.
The oil eliminated all of that.
Strength meant nothing, nor did his height and size. Technique and skill was everything here, and no one was as technically sound as Pyrrha Nikos. She was like the finest blade, honed to perfection over countless years of training and combat in the arenas of Mistral. Some people liked to dismiss sanctioned matches as a weak substitute for real fighting.
Those people were fools.
Ignorant trash may have been too harsh but that was how Jaune felt. Anyone that discredited his partner were uneducated buffoons, incapable of understanding her clear supremacy in the area of combat. At the age of seventeen, she was already on the level of many of their professors. Only an idiot would deny it – or those that were overcome with jealousy. Even without her semblance, she was an unreal talent, top of the class, a distant first with everyone else trailing far behind. With it?
There was a reason they called her the Invincible Girl.
And she was expecting him to pin her.
There was no greater challenge.
But he had all the encouragement in the world.
Jaune spread his stance and lowered his hips, half-crouching as he set his weight. Pyrrha smiled widely and adopted a similar stance, spreading her arms, hands at the ready. Their eyes met and locked, and Jaune waited with baited breath for the moment that signaled go. Heart pounding and adrenaline surging, he watched as she gave a small nod.
He exploded forward in an instant, rushing her without restraint. Pyrrha gave a startled laugh as he slammed into her, her clutching hands sliding straight off his slick skin as he tried to use his momentum to take her down quickly. Unfortunately for him, it would never be that simple. His arms closed around her but she slipped through them effortlessly, arms winding around his waist and shoulder digging into his stomach. Jaune felt her body tense and he knew immediately that she was going to attempt a throw.
"Good try," she grunted as she cocked her hips. Jaune felt his feet begin to leave the ground before he shifted his center of mass, leaning forward over her and bringing all his weight down on her. Unable to continue with her attempt, she slithered free by backing off. "But you won't catch me off guard like that, Jaune."
He shrugged. "You never know."
Pyrrha grinned.
They circled each other before springing together once more. She aimed low, grabbing a thigh while her other hand blocked his own desperate grab. She locked up his wrist and pushed, trying to lift one of his legs and destabilizing his base. Jaune let her drive him back before planting his feet firmly, halting her movement. Her firm breasts pressed against him, their naked bodies sliding together. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, slipping a thigh between her legs. He felt her scorching core slide up his leg, leaving a trail of heat as their pelvises bumped together.
"Resorting to dirty tactics, are we?" she squirmed against his solid frame, curling her strong legs around his own. Her body rode up further, grinding her slick slit against him harder. His iron shaft was trapped between their bellies, flush and leaking. "I admire your desire to win."
One of her arms slipped under his own and she turned, twisting harshly. He was forced to follow, bending awkwardly as her slick, heated skin glided against him. She slipped free with a giggle, taking his back. When she gripped his cock, he stiffened.
"This here is a man's greatest weakness," she lectured, pumping her hand up and down. When her fingers caught on the thick ridge of his crown, he groaned. "Grimm don't care about it but a woman will take advantage of it, if you let her. Every girl knows how – even those innocent ones like Ruby and Weiss. They just don't understand it fully, not yet."
Her other hand cupped his balls and squeezed. "What does Professor Port tell us?"
Jaune really didn't want to be thinking about Professor Port right now but he answered nonetheless, "Identify their weak spot. Strike with conviction."
"This is your weak spot," she moaned against his back, rubbing her oiled body against him. Even with the oil, he could feel her rock hard nipples dragging across his skin. Her hand pumped harder. "Look at it. Just one look at me and you're so hard and big, daring me to attack it. So pointlessly, amazingly huge – you think it is impressive? It just makes me want to take advantage of it even more~!"
She released his rock hard member and his bloated balls and stepped away, leaving it throbbing in disappointment and aching for her touch once more. Turning to face her, Jaune lunged, closing the distance swiftly. They locked up, arms twined as he gripped the back of her neck. Every time he thought he had a good hold on her, she wiggled free, dragging him around after her. He attempted to get his leg between hers once again and trip her, but she was too nimble, keeping him at arm's length as she danced side to side. When she made her move, their bodies clapped together, his cock slapping her belly and thighs as they wrestled for dominance. His groping hands tried to find purchase on her slippery back but it was no use – so he attacked lower, slapping her firm, plump ass and gripping it hard. Pyrrha jerked in surprise, letting out a surprised squeak as he tried to lift her off the ground.
He almost had her – then her legs wound their way around his waist, locking powerfully behind his buttocks. Pyrrha grunted as she tried to slither around his body but froze when he shifted his hips, the curve of his cock lodging against her burning hot slit. When his fat glans popped inside, she inhaled sharply and Jaune realized that victory was in sight. With very little effort, he glided into her scorching tight heat, cleaving her flesh until he buried his cock balls deep inside her clutching tight pussy.
"J-Jaune~!" she cried out in shock, thighs squeezing tightly as his cock poked her cervix. Before she could react, he slammed her to the mat, still buried to the hilt. Her pussy rippled around him at the impact, the air driven from her lungs as for the first time since they started training together, he pinned her. Emerald green eyes stared up at him dazed above flushed cheeks, her chest heaving as she fought for air.
"I guess this is a woman's weak spot," he quipped, reveling in the way her insides gripped his iron shaft. He rocked his hips against her and grunted, Pyrrha mewling as he grinded her cervix. His pelvis mashed against her clitoris, pleasure radiating out from the dual pronged attack. "It is harder to attack, though, isn't it? You keep it well protected – so deep inside. Lucky that I'm so pointlessly, amazingly huge or I wouldn't be able to reach it."
Pulling back, he groaned at the way her vagina tugged at his glans as he retreated. He could feel every bump and fold, sucking at his shaft wetly. The entrance to her pussy was tight around his girth, following the glide as he pulled out. Pyrrha shivered as his crown brushed against that rough patch of flesh that signaled her g-spot, and he paused to wedge against it. Her already tight pussy clamped down, sweet cries spilling from her lips.
It never got old, having Pyrrha Nikos squirming on the end of his dick. She was one of the most beautiful women in the world with the body and face of a goddess, a talent like no other. Balancing on his knees, Jaune rested on his haunches as he gripped her hips as well as he could with the slick oil. He stared at where they were joined, her vulva bright red and spread lewdly around his cock. Her clit stood on end, visibly throbbing as he prodded at her g-spot, her abs clenching as she moaned and squirmed.
"This is my win, right?" he asked.
Pyrrha bit her lip, glaring up at him.
"Don't get cocky," she warned, only to squeak when he thrust. Her back arched up off the mat when he bumped the mouth of her womb, pressing against it firmly. "F-Fuck, Jaune~! You're so deep~!"
"You look so sexy underneath me," he said, pulling back before thrusting in, building up a rhythm. "I think I like you this way."
Every other time, Pyrrha had been on top. She had been the victor, after all. Not that Jaune had complained. Getting ridden by the Invincible Girl felt amazing and was a sight to behold, but there was something about having her stretched out on her back as he fucked into her that heated his blood in a way he had never felt before. Every time he buried his cock to the hilt, her entire body tensed and squeezed. Her pussy milked his cock, rippling and twisting whenever he touched her cervix, her voice growing more vocal as he increased the speed of his glide.
She was so wet and tight, his shaft no longer just glistening from the coating of olive oil. Now he was drenched in her sticky wetness, his balls slapping against her pert butt. He could feel his scrotum sticking to her, peeling away every time he retreated. Her breasts rolled on her chest, bouncing up and down as her back slid against the mat.
"Fuck, yes~! Right there, oh fuck, right there," she moaned in bliss, grabbing at her tits. Hearing such vulgar words fall from her polite lips always inflamed him. Her fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples, mauling them aggressively. Jaune's cock flexed at the erotic sight, tapping her just right to rip sharp squeal from her mouth. "Oh~! Y-Yes, fuck me with that big dick~! I love it when you fuck me so deep and hard~! Claim me, Jaune. Take everything you want."
Jaune began fucking her in earnest, hips clapping together as her legs tightened around his back further. Her hips rose up off the floor and changed the angle, slamming his glans against a deep spot along the top of her clutching tunnel just short of her cervix. Pyrrha's eyes rolled when he hit it, body spasming in pleasure. He focused on hitting that spot, pounding into her roughly as he gripped her butt to keep the angle. His balls throbbed and tensed, his cock swelling further as he felt molten heat pool low in his belly.
Pyrrha's mouth fell open, incapable of speech. She grunted and squealed and moaned, pussy throbbing and clutching at his pistoning cock in desperation. Tossing her head side to side, she screamed when suddenly he shifted her hips and slammed against her womb directly.
"Uuughn~! Uuuhhn~! Yeeeuuuuhn~! Fuuuuaasnnn~!" she gripped her heaving tits harshly, fingers sinking into her flesh. "HnnnnnnG~!"
She was close, he could feel it. The way her tunnel twitched and throbbed around him, tightening so much that every thrust was threatening to coax the semen from his balls. He continued to drive into her relentlessly, devouring her blissful expression. When she tipped over into orgasm, her cunt contracted violently, pulsing rapidly around his shaft as he continued to fuck her to greater heights. Jaune moaned at the exquisite feeling as her body jerked and attempted to buck off his driving dick.
"Cuuuummmmnnnngg~!" Pyrrha seethed through clenched teeth. When he continued to pummel her insides without pause, she could do nothing but thrash wildly.
He didn't stop, wouldn't stop. He could feel his own ending coming and chased it, one of his hands skittering across her hip and belly to touch her throbbing pearl. Her body locked up, cry caught in her throat as he pinched her clit lightly and rolled it between thumb and finger. When her insides collapsed completely around his cock, that was it.
"Fuck, gonna cum," he grunted. "Oh baby, gonna cum so hard. Where do you want it?"
His balls lifted, ready to fire. When Pyrrha did nothing but grunt and blubber incoherently, he made the decision for her. Sealing his hips against her and pressing the end of his dick to her cervix, he groaned in relief as his cock swelled and spewed fat, hot rounds of his sperm in heavy gushes. Pyrrha sobbed as his heat flooded into her womb, body trembling uncontrollably as he filled her with his burning rounds. He seemed to cum endlessly, balls jumping as he dumped his massive load inside her but finally he sighed as his dick finished jerking, breathing heavily as he attempted to catch his breath.
Pyrrha's legs finally loosened their death grip around his waist and slipped open, falling to the mat boneless. She looked completely fucked drunk, face slack as she panted and stared at something only she could see. She moaned weakly as he pulled his still hard cock from her depths, a flood of cum spilling out of her gaped pussy before it sealed up tight behind him.
"Wow," he said after a moment, lightly stroking his cock. The head was sensitive and bright red, sticky with his cum and her wetness. Ejaculate spilled from the tip as he squeezed the last of it out, tapping it against her belly and smearing it across her abs. "You okay, partner?"
She turned her head to look at him with hooded eyes.
"Mmm," she said, still incapable of speech. Overcome with her beauty, freshly fucked and bred, he leaned down over her and gave her lovely lips a chaste peck.
"I love Friday's," he said with a grin.
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