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Harry
Finley looked at me with happy and tired eyes and a lazy grin on her lips.
"Has it been five minutes yet?" she asked, causing my eyes to widen.
"Already ready for me, baby?" I hummed, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.
She bit at her bottom lip and nodded, and I felt the erection in my gym shorts straining even further as she shifted around on my lap a bit.
"Well then, I won't keep you waiting any longer," I teased, standing up and wrapping my arm under her legs, picking her up with me.
I placed her down on the ground and didn't even have to ask before she bent over the end of the workout bench, her knees spread apart, and her stomach laying on the leather of the bench.
I slid my shorts and my briefs off of my body, kicking off my shoes and tossing them all over a few feet away.
I got down on my knees behind her, my hands instinctively going to her ass, which looked even better bent over for me than it already normally did.
"Fuck, Finn. You're so sexy," I muttered out, taking a moment to just admire her beautiful figure.
Her neck craned back so she could look at me. "You're not too bad yourself," she shrugged, her wrists still held together behind her back by the rope.
"If you get too tired, or want me to stop, please, just tell me," I urged.
"I will, and if this pussy is too good for you to handle, just let me know," she joked back, and I rolled my eyes.
She began to laugh at her own joke, and I took the opportunity to line myself up with her entrance, catching her completely off guard when I suddenly pushed about half of myself inside of her, and I smirked as her laughter turned into a gasp.
"I'm sorry, you were saying?" I antagonized, pushing about an inch more into her.
"I was-" she began, but with my hands on her ass, I abruptly pushed the rest of myself inside of her, groaning at how tight she was.
Her hands balled into fists behind her back as I just sat there and allowed her to adjust.
"You sure you can handle me, baby?" I hummed, bringing my hand up and then back down in a smack against her ass, causing her body to jolt further against the bench.
"Are you sure you can handle me?" she fired back, her eyes daring me to try her as she glared at me.
I shrugged, pulling back and sharply thrusting into her again, causing her cocky demeanor to fall and a soft gasp to leave her lips.
"Well, considering I have you tied up and bent over for me, I'd say I can handle you just fine," I replied, gripping onto her hips and beginning to thrust into her at a slow pace, not wanting to tire her out just yet as she was already a little worn out from my fingers.
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