Backstage Relaxation

[MR. Q]

Ivan's lust-filled gaze fixated on Kyra's slender form pressed against the glass, her pert breasts flattened against the cold surface with each powerful thrust.

"That's it, baby, show me how you like being ravaged by the winner," Ivan rasped in her ear, his hot breath fanning her skin as his hands roved over her slick body, exploring every dip and curve.

Feeling Kyra's inner muscles start to contract around him anew, Ivan hastened his rhythm, driving deep and hard enough to make her cry out. "Fuck yeah, you love this, don't you?"

With a few more swift thrusts, Ivan felt his orgasm building, and he knew it wouldn't take much longer. He gripped Kyra harder, pulling her back against him as he exploded inside her one final time. "Take it all!"

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra shivered and her body rubbed over the glassdoor. She moaned and her fingers scratch over the cloudy glass as Ivan pounded into her. The young blonde closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, of Ivan getting close to his climax and filling her womanhood with his juice again. Her breasts got squeezed by the hard glass as Ivan pushed her hard against.*

[MR. Q]

With a final roar of triumph, Ivan buried his pulsing member to the hilt inside Kyra's spasming depths, pumping stream after stream of hot seed deep into her quivering womb. He stayed locked against her, reveling in the intimate connection, until the last shudders of his orgasm passed.

Slumping forward, Ivan rested his sweaty brow against the back of Kyra's trembling shoulders, breathing heavily. After a moment, he pulled out, watching in satisfaction as his softened member slid free, a trickle of pearly fluid following in its wake.

"I think we're both done here," Ivan commented dryly, giving Kyra's plush bottom a gentle squeeze. "Better rinse off, before anyone notices how... busy this shower stall's been today."

With a low chuckle, Ivan helped guide Kyra around to face him, then grabbed the washcloth, gently cleaning her trembling limbs before taking care of his own spent cock and soaped up skin.

"But we are gonna have fun elsewhere."

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra leaned at the glass and her breath goes heavy. She sighed and closed her eyes while she recovered and enjoyed the care he took of her sweaty limbs.*

"Oh? Where?"

*The young blonde asked while she watched the foam getting rinsed from her body. Well she had no say in it, even without the POW-Rules she was way to exhausted for any defense against his ideas.*

[MR. Q]

Ivan grinned mischievously as he rinsed the last of the soap from Kyra's curves, his hands lingering on her damp skin. "Somewhere fun and I'm not nearly done with you yet."

He turned off the water, helping Kyra step out of the shower stall. Ivan wrapped a towel around her shivering form, securing it snugly before doing the same for himself.

"Now, l think they are done setting it up" Ivan said, leading Kyra out of the locker room and towards the exit into a new location.

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