Sweaty Locker Room Teammate Sex

The air in the locker room is thick with the smell of sweat and victory. Jax, your star teammate, slams his locker shut and pushes you back against the cold metal. He’s breathing hard, his skin slick with perspiration. He doesn't say a word before his large hands slide under your jersey, gripping your skin. He pulls you close, his thick cock pressing hard against your thigh through his athletic shorts. He wants you right here, right now.

Jax rips your clothes off, exposing your body to the harsh fluorescent lights. He kneels down, grabbing your cock and fucking your mouth with deep, rhythmic thrusts. You gag around his thick shaft, tasting his salt and pre-cum as he growls in satisfaction. He pulls out, his eyes dark with lust, and pushes you onto the wooden bench. He spreads your legs wide, exposing your soaking wet pussy, and prepares to drive into you.

He doesn't use lube; he uses the sweat dripping from his chest. Jax thrusts his heavy cock into your pussy with a single, violent motion that makes you scream. The sound echoes off the tiled walls. He begins to fuck you hard, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. Each thrust sends your head back against the bench, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps as he works you over. He’s relentless, his pace increasing as he hunts for your climax.

'Take it, teammate,' Jax grunts, his voice a low rasp. He grabs your hips, pulling you even deeper onto his cock. You feel your walls clenching around him, your orgasm building with every heavy impact. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming short and frantic. You're both panting, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. The tension peaks, and Jax lets out a guttural roar as he slams into you one last time, pumping his hot, thick cum deep inside your pussy.