Damsel in Distress – How Will She Ever Repay You?

It All Began like Any Other Thursday

Wake up, go to the gym, and subtly drool over your gym crush. She always wore tight, black yoga pants and a tiny sports bra. One that cupped and held her breasts the way you could only dream of. The two of you usually came and left around the same time, so you’d watch as she mounted her long legs on her motorcycle. Really, could she get any hotter? Sometimes you fantasized about her tire going fla so that you could be the savior to her “damsel in distress.”

Of Course, You Wouldn’t Want Your Damsel in Distress to be Hurt

But what better way to make a girl fall for you than to be her hero? You were blasted out of your imagination when she stepped off the treadmill before you and began walking towards the door. You decide to follow her since you have just finished your workout. Seeing her mount, her motorcycle never got old. His leather jacket fit her nicely and snugly, and her ass looked great on the seat. You watched as she pulled out and quickly turned to the right.

Just then, you heard a loud POP, and the sound of her motorcycle dwindled. Now your gym crush was a damsel in distress, standing on the side of the road with a flat tire. You quickly got into your truck and drove up right behind her. “Need a hand?”  Her usual tough exterior promptly melted away as she happily accepted your offer.

You were Determined to Help Your Damsel in Distress Any Way You Could

The two of you loaded her bike in the back of your truck, and you opened the passenger door to let her in. Then, on the ride to the auto shop, there was a bit of silence. It didn’t take long before she broke it with some small talk. Both of you exchanged names and found some things in common. Then, another silence came over the car, and she broke it by saying, “How can I repay you?” as she turned towards you. One glances her way, and you see how her breasts glistened from the sweat she had accumulated at the gym. You stammered a bit and let her continue.   This damsel in distress didn’t seem very distressed anymore.

She leaned closer to you and rested her hand on your thigh. She explained how she didn’t have any money, but she could think of another way to repay you. Without hesitation, her hand continued up your thigh, and before long, it was rubbing up and down, creating a big bulge in your pants. After she felt that, she made her way down. You watched as this damsel in distress began opening your gym shorts and pulling out your thick, hard cock.

May wasn’t the Damsel in Distress you Expected

She opened her mouth wide and slid your member behind her lips. Then she let her warm tongue slip around your swollen tip, and her hand perfectly slid around your cum filled balls. She rubbed and massaged them perfectly, moving her head up and down your still-growing shaft. During this mind-boggling blowjob, staying focused on the road was almost brutal. You were only 5 minutes away from the auto shop, and you knew you wanted to cum before then.

With this not-so-damsel-in-distress sucking your cock the way she was, you knew it wouldn’t be hard. She started bobbing her head up and down faster, letting slobber slide down your shaft. Your slippery cock continued going in and out of her glossy lips. The veins in your post began to pop; you could feel your balls tighten, and so could she. She clasped your balls a bit tight, picking up the pace more. In just a few more strokes, you felt your balls start to clench, and your cock exploded in her mouth. Your damsel in distress swallowed every drop of cum, and even thanked YOU afterward.

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