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Sweaty

... turning her on mildly. At home, finally parading our respective outfits, it was not long before she was on her back, moaning at the effects of my hard cock inside her wet pussy. The next morning found us on the road early. We kept together for the sake of the exercise, and I let her set the pace. However, it became difficult with her being shorter than I am and her stride not matching mine. This caused her to have to work harder to keep up. I tried to slow down, and eventually we got into sync. By the third day, I was a bit frustrated, as I needed to let go and just run. However, she kept it up, and I realised she was quite fit. Going uphill was a different story altogether, and a few times I had to wait for her at the crest of the hill. All over, we enjoyed ourselves and had fun. Into the second week, I noticed a difference. Brandi was keeping up at any rate, no matter how I set the pace and what the demands of the route we chose may be. It was time to challenge her a bit. The last part of our route that morning was a slight ascent toward our place, but challenging, as it was about three hundred yards. We would turn left at the intersection and be at our door in a few paces. “Race you to the top,” I breathed. “What? You’ll just get your ass kicked, Babe,” she breathed back. I merely quickened my pace and started leaving her behind. She started running faster to keep up, and her run grew into a light sprint. I let her, giving her a head start before picking up my own pace. ...

... With her a few yards ahead of me I kept up, virtually breathing in her neck. From behind her, I had the perfect view… I enjoyed perving on her fine physique, seeing droplets of sweat running into the ribbing of her tight top, saturating it and developing into a huge wet stain on the centre of her back. This kept my mind of the distance to go and thus not feeling my own strain. My footsteps in her ears made her groan in frustration for not being able to shake me of her back. Loose strands of hair was getting glued to the nape of her neck, her legs had a sexy sheen from the exertion and I was getting a hard on. Up front was a muddy spot on the road from recent rain, and I chose that moment to increase my pace, splashing her with mud when I overtook her. “Bastard,” she groaned, trying to retain her lead. However, I was the one with the bigger stride and managed to stay a few yards ahead of her. With my attention not being distracted any more, fatigue got the better of me and in a moment, she laughingly shot past me and into our driveway. “Mudroom, asshole,” she shouted as I laboured into the open the kitchen door. Rolling my eyes in their sockets, I complied and sat down on the steps to remove my shoes. “Looser!” she taunted. Turning in the direction where she was leaning against the counter, I stared at her, giving her an evil eye. Peering at her, I also observed her red face, rivulets running down her neck, under her top and in-between her breasts. As if to remind me of its ...