Linda 3
Linda groaned softly as she sat down at her desk, the soreness in her body a constant reminder of the brutal match she had fought the night before. Her back ached from being slammed into the ropes, and her ribs were tender from the repeated blows she had taken to her midsection. But it was her breasts that hurt the most, the skin bruised and sensitive from the punishment they had endured.
She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to the match. She replayed the cheers of the crowd, the sweat pouring down her body, and the sensation of her opponent's body pressing against hers. Despite the pain, she felt a strange sense of exhilaration, as if she had tapped into a primal, animalistic energy she never knew she possessed.
But as the day wore on, the pain in her body only intensified, and she found herself struggling to concentrate on even the simplest tasks. Every time she shifted in her chair, a jolt of pain shot through her breasts, and she had to stifle a cry of discomfort. She knew she needed to take it easy and let her body heal, but the thrill of the fight was still coursing through her veins, and she couldn't resist the temptation of another match.
Linda winces in pain as she types out the message to Maria. She takes a quick photo of her bruised and swollen belly in the restroom and sends it to her friend.
"Hey, you up for a sparring session later today? I need to work on my defense and I trust you more than anyone," Linda types out, hoping Maria will say yes.
She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on her work, but the pain in her body makes it difficult to concentrate. Linda's mind drifts back to the intense match from the night before and she can't help but smile at the memory of the cheering crowd and the feeling of being in control in the ring.
As she waits for Maria's response, Linda begins to plan out her training routine for the next few weeks. She knows she needs to toughen up if she wants to continue to compete at a high level, and she's willing to put in the work to get there.
Maria grinned as she received Linda's message. She quickly typed a response, telling her that she was ready for some sparring later that day. But as she was about to hit send, a wicked thought crossed her mind. She reached down between her legs and snapped a picture of her glistening arousal, sending it to Linda with a mischievous smirk. She knew it would drive Linda crazy, and the thought of her friend getting all worked up while they were sparring made her even wetter. Maria couldn't wait to see the look on Linda's face when they met up later that day.
Linda received the picture from Maria and couldn't help but feel her own arousal grow. She quickly composed herself as her phone rang, her boss on the line ordering her to pick up a big pile of documents for an important meeting later that day.
Linda groaned inwardly at the thought of having to carry such a heavy load with her already aching body, but knew she had no choice. She took a deep breath, feeling the bruises on her chest and belly throb with pain, and made her way to the file room.
As she lifted the heavy stack of papers, she winced at the strain it put on her bruised muscles. She took a moment to catch her breath before slowly making her way back to her desk, each step sending a jolt of pain through her body.
As she sat down, she couldn't help but think about the sparring session with Maria later that day. Despite the pain she was currently in, the thought of grappling with her friend made her even more excited. She quickly replied to Maria's message, letting her know she was looking forward to it, before diving into her work.
Linda winced again as she reached for the pile of documents, feeling the weight of her swollen tits pulling down against her bra. The fabric cut into her orbs, causing her to squirm in discomfort. She couldn't concentrate on the task at hand as her mind wandered back to Maria's picture, the image of her friend's aroused state making her own body respond in kind. Lost in her thoughts, Linda carelessly removed her bra, not noticing the door to her office opening. Startled, she spun around to see her boss standing in the doorway, his eyes locked onto her bare chest.
"What the hell are you doing, Linda?" he growled, his gaze unrelenting. Linda stammered, struggling to find an explanation, but her boss cut her off. "Put your damn clothes on and meet me in my office. We need to have a talk." Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, Linda quickly donned her clothes, the tightness of her bra only serving to emphasize the tenderness of her bruised flesh. She followed her boss to his office, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
Linda winced as she shifted in her chair, feeling the weight of her swollen, bruised breasts pressing painfully against the confines of her bra. She had been so careless, removing it in her office, and now she had been caught. "Ms. Luscious, what on earth is going on with your breasts?" her boss asked, locking the door to her office and moving closer to Linda's desk. "I-It's nothing, just a little accident," Linda stuttered, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. "Accident? It looks like you were in a fight. Were you fighting without telling me?" her boss pressed, his gaze locked on her chest.
Linda hesitated before reluctantly admitting, "Yes, I was in a fight. But it's not what you think, sir. I do it for fun, it's just a hobby." Her boss's eyes widened with interest as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin. "Is that so? You're quite the little fighter, aren't you? Let's take a closer look." Linda's heart raced as her boss reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the bruised flesh of her breasts. She felt a shiver of excitement run through her body as he examined her injuries, his hands lingering longer than necessary on her swollen orbs.
Linda is shocked as her boss's hands grab her bare breasts, lifting them and feeling their weight. She can feel his growing arousal brushing against her thigh, and she can't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. Her boss leans in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "I knew there was something going on with you, Linda," he whispers, "but I never imagined it would be this sexy." Linda shivers at his words and the feeling of his hands on her breasts. She knows she should pull away, but she finds herself wanting more. "Please, sir," she breathes, "I can explain." Her boss chuckles, his hand sliding down to her waist. "No need to explain, Linda. I think I understand perfectly."
Linda winced as her boss reached around her from behind, his hands massaging her massively swollen chest. She had removed her bra in a moment of carelessness, not expecting her boss to come barging into her office. "What happened here, Linda?" he asked, his voice deep and husky as he squeezed her orbs. Linda gasped as she tried to explain, her breath coming in short pants. "I got into a fight last night...at a foxy boxing match. I took a lot of hits to the chest." Her boss leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "A dirty match, huh? That sounds like quite the adrenaline rush. Did it turn you on, Linda?" Linda felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as her boss continued to grope her chest. "N-no, sir. I was just defending myself."
Linda could feel her boss's growing arousal brush against her thigh as he continued to fondle her massive, swollen breasts. She couldn't deny the rush of excitement that surged through her own body, despite the pain from her bruises. His hand slipped down to the hem of her skirt, and she gasped as she felt his fingers graze her inner thigh. "Tell me everything," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. Linda hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of his hand on her body was too much for her to resist. She began to describe in detail the foxy boxing match she had participated in the night before, recounting every blow to her tits and the pleasure that came with it. The more she talked, the more aroused she became, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs.
Her boss's own arousal was becoming more obvious, and Linda couldn't help but glance down at the bulge in his pants. Suddenly, he pulled her close to him, pressing her body against his as he whispered in her ear. "Take it out," he growled. Linda knew what he meant, and without hesitation, she reached down and unbuckled his belt. She pulled out his throbbing erection, and with a wicked grin, she sank to her knees.
Linda's boss couldn't resist her charms anymore. He grabbed her hair instead lovingly then he lifted her onto his desk and began to kiss her passionately. Linda, lost in lust, was eager to prove her worth to her boss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling the erection press against her.
As they kissed, Linda reached down and began to undo his pantscompletely, freeing his hard member. She couldn't help but gasp at the size of it, feeling the wetness between her legs grow more intense. Her boss moaned as she took him into her mouth, sucking and licking with eagerness.
He pulled her up and turned her around, bending her over the desk. Linda's breasts hung heavily, still sore and bruised from the foxy boxing match, but the pain only added to her arousal. Her boss entered her from behind, and she cried out in pleasure, feeling him thrust deep inside of her.
As Linda's boss thrusts into her from behind, her large, swollen breasts sway and bounce with each movement. The bruises from the foxy boxing match make her skin look mottled and discolored, but her boss doesn't seem to mind as he grips onto them tightly, using them as leverage to pull her back onto him. Linda's nipples are hard and sensitive, adding to the sensation of each thrust. She moans and grunts with pleasure, pushing back against her boss as he continues to pound into her. The pain from her injuries is temporarily forgotten as she is consumed by lust and desire. Despite her discomfort, Linda is determined to please her boss and prove her worth to him. She uses her own weight to push back against him, causing her breasts to swing and sway even more wildly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, and Linda can feel her body starting to build towards an intense orgasm.
Linda moaned loudly as her boss continued to thrust into her from behind, hitting all the right spots. Her swollen breasts jiggled and bounced with every thrust, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her body. She was completely lost in the moment, feeling her own arousal building as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. As her boss's pace quickened, Linda knew she was about to come. She cried out his name as her orgasm crashed over her, her body tensing and shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her boss didn't stop, his own pleasure building as he continued to pound into her from behind. Finally, with a deep groan, he pulled out and shot his load over Linda's bruised and swollen breasts. The hot, sticky cum covered her skin in thick, creamy ropes, and she moaned in satisfaction as she felt him finish.
For a moment, the two of them just stood there, panting and sweating, before her boss pulled away, his eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. Linda could feel her own arousal still throbbing between her legs as she looked at him, wondering what would happen next.
Linda quickly puts on her blouse over her cum-stained chest, feeling a mix of satisfaction and shame from what just happened. Her boss gives her a sly grin and tells her she did a great job, rewarding her with a well-deserved pay rise. After a moment of awkward silence, her boss asks, "So, tell me more about this federation you mentioned earlier. I'd love to watch a match sometime." Linda is surprised at his interest but quickly gathers herself and begins to explain the different leagues, fighters, and the rules of the matches. As she speaks, she can't help but feel a tingling sensation in her loins, remembering the thrill of the fight and the power she felt in the ring. Her boss seems captivated by her description, and as she finishes, he tells her that he wants to attend a match with her as his guest.
Linda is taken aback by the offer but secretly thrilled at the thought of sharing her passion with her boss. She agrees, and they set a date for the upcoming weekend.
Linda couldn't help but feel the sticky cum on her chest as she walked through the office. She could feel the dampness seeping through her blouse, making her self-conscious about the stain it left behind. She decided to leave work early today, wanting to get home and clean herself up before her date with Maria. As she drove home, Linda spotted a fetish shop that caught her eye. She had never been inside before, but curiosity got the best of her, and she decided to check it out. The shop was filled with various types of bondage gear and fetish wear.
Linda felt a bit nervous as she stepped into the fetish shop, unsure of what to expect. The sound of her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor echoed through the room as she looked around at the various items on display. A female salesperson, who was dressed in a black leather corset and matching skirt, noticed Linda and approached her with a friendly smile. "Hello there, is there anything in particular you're looking for?" she asked.
"Um, hi," Linda said nervously to the salesperson. "I'm looking for something supportive for my...um...chest during fights. But it also needs to be...you know...sexy." The salesperson looked Linda up and down, taking in her ample assets. "I think we have just the thing for you," she said with a knowing smile. "Follow me." Linda followed the salesperson to the back of the store where she showed her a variety of sports bras and tops designed for women in combat sports. "This one is our most popular," the salesperson said, holding up a black sports bra with sheer mesh cutouts. "It's both supportive and sexy. You'll feel confident and comfortable wearing it in the ring."
The salesperson led Linda to a fitting room, handing her the bra to try on. As Linda removed her blouse and bra, the salesperson's eyes widened in shock as she saw the bruises covering Linda's breasts and belly.
"Oh my god, what happened to you?" the salesperson asked in concern.
Linda hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed about her foxy boxing match and her encounter with her boss. But she decided to be honest with the salesperson, feeling a strange connection to her.
"I had a rough boxing match, and then I had a... private moment with my boss," Linda said, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.
The salesperson nodded sympathetically. "Well, I hope you're okay now. Let's try on this bra."
Linda slipped the bra on, feeling the support it offered her swollen breasts. The bra was made of a sheer mesh material with cutouts that revealed her nipples.
"Wow, this is really sexy," Linda said, feeling a little thrill of excitement.
The salesperson smiled. "Yes, it's a popular choice for women who want both support and sex appeal. It looks great on you, especially with those bruises. It's like a badge of honor."
Linda blushed again, feeling both embarrassed and proud of her bruises. She decided to buy the bra, feeling confident that it would give her the support she needed for her next fight with Maria.
Linda got home and took a quick shower before getting ready for her sparring date with Maria. She had booked a ring in a normal gym, and was excited to see her friend again. She put on the new bra she had bought at the fetish shop, admiring how it lifted her big, bruised breasts and revealed just enough cleavage to be sexy but not distracting.
As she finished getting dressed, she noticed a text from Maria on her phone. "I'm here. Let's do this!" it read. Linda smiled to herself and grabbed her gym bag, eager to see her friend and get some much-needed practice in.
Only minutes later both met in the locker room, finding a corner that wasn`t too busy.
As Maria and Linda helped each other into their sparring outfits, their hands couldn't resist exploring each other's curves. Linda's full G-cup breasts bounced enticingly as she pulled on her revealing mesh sports bra, and Maria's ample DDs were on full display in her tight crop top. Their fingers brushed against each other's nipples, sending shivers down their spines. Linda couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss Maria, their lips locking in a passionate embrace. Maria's hands roamed down Linda's toned thighs, feeling the smooth fabric of her skimpy tights panties. Linda moaned softly into Maria's mouth, her body already buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming sparring match. As they broke the kiss, Maria pouted slightly, "I wish we could do this in private, Linda. You look so hot in that outfit." Linda chuckled, "I know, but it's all part of the thrill, isn't it? Besides, we'll have the whole gym watching us. You'll get to show off your moves."
As Maria and Linda make their way to the ring, they notice heads turning and eyes following their every step. Maria's DDs bounce with every movement, drawing the attention of the men around them. Meanwhile, Linda's G-Cups sway with every step, drawing the eyes of both men and women alike.
Linda can feel the air on her exposed areolas and nipples as she walks, her mesh sports bra revealing more skin than she intended. She tries to adjust it discreetly, but the fabric is too tight and only makes her breasts jiggle even more.
Maria notices the attention Linda is getting and smirks. "Looks like you're the main attraction tonight," she teases, gesturing to Linda's exposed chest. "I might have to start charging admission just to spar with you."
Linda blushes at Maria's teasing but can't help feeling a sense of pride at the attention she's getting.
Both get some gloves on next to the ring first.
As Linda demonstrates basic techniques to Maria, she can feel the bruises on her chest starting to throb. She winces in pain but tries to hide it from Maria, not wanting to show any weakness. Maria notices the slight change in Linda's expression and asks if she's okay. "Linda, are you alright? You look like you're in pain," Maria asks with concern. Linda takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself. "I'm fine, just a little sore from yesterday's fight. It's nothing to worry about," she replies with a forced smile.
“Time to let out some steam. Let`s see how much power you got.” Linda points at the heavy bag and smiles at Maria.
As Linda and Maria continue to work the heavy bag, their movements become more and more fluid and precise. Their muscles ripple and flex with each punch and kick, sweat pouring down their faces and soaking through their clothes. Linda can feel the mesh of her sports bra becoming more transparent with each passing minute. Her large, bruised breasts bounce and jiggle with each strike, the outlines of her nipples becoming visible through the thin fabric.
Maria notices the growing transparency of Linda's bra and can't help but feel a twinge of arousal. She's always been attracted to Linda's voluptuous curves and seeing them on full display like this only heightens her desire. "Hey, Linda," Maria says, her voice husky with desire. "You're getting pretty transparent there. Not that I'm complaining, of course." Linda flushes with embarrassment but can't deny the thrill she feels at the thought of Maria admiring her body. "I know," she replies breathlessly. "It's this damn mesh. I should have worn something else."
Maria steps closer to Linda, her own body glistening with sweat. "Actually, I think it looks pretty damn sexy," she says, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Linda's forehead.
"Thanks," Linda says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think you look pretty hot, too."
Linda and Maria stepped into the ring, both feeling a rush of excitement as the spectators gathered around to watch them spar. As they began to circle each other, Maria's body glistening with sweat, Linda noticed the way some of the other visitors were looking at them. Maria was really getting into the sparring, throwing quick jabs and hooks, making Linda work hard to dodge them. Linda could feel her own sweat soaking through her mesh sports bra, which had become even more transparent under the bright lights of the gym. As they continued to spar, the spectators became more vocal, shouting encouragement to both women. Maria's body was now coated in sweat, making her already revealing leggings cling even tighter to her curves, highlighting her cameltoe. Linda's breasts were also swaying with every movement, her nipples hardening under the fabric of her bra.
Despite the pain from her bruises, Linda was enjoying the intensity of the sparring and the attention from the spectators. She could see the desire in Maria's eyes, and it only made her more eager to continue.
Maria felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she sparred with Linda. Her punches were getting harder and she was getting more aggressive, pushing herself to her limits. As she aimed a punch towards Linda's face, she didn't expect to connect with so much force. The impact sent Linda reeling, staggering back and clutching her face in pain. Maria immediately felt guilty, realizing that she had hit Linda harder than intended. She rushed over to her, concern etched on her face. "Oh my god, are you okay?" Maria asked, her voice filled with worry. Linda grimaced in pain, but she managed to nod her head. "I'm fine, just got caught off guard," she said, rubbing her cheek.
Linda couldn't believe Maria had hit her in the face so hard. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she shook it off, feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline. She knew she had to fight back, and fight back hard. Linda stepped forward and aimed a punch at Maria's midsection. It connected with a thud, causing Maria's DDs to jiggle. Maria grunted in pain, but she didn't give up. She retaliated with a swift kick to Linda's thigh, making her stumble for a moment. Linda regained her balance and moved in closer, throwing a flurry of punches at Maria's belly and ribs. Each punch landed with a satisfying thud, and Linda could feel the impact reverberate through her own body.
Maria's breaths came in short gasps, and Linda could see the sweat pouring down her face. But she wasn't done yet. She aimed a final punch at Maria's jaw, sending her reeling backwards. For a moment, Linda stood there, panting and sweating, her breasts heaving up and down. Maria slowly got back up, her body covered in sweat, her face red from the blows. Linda extended her hand to help Maria up. "Good fight," she said with a grin. Maria smiled back, a bit dazed but happy.
But then it all changes.
Linda feels a sharp pain shoot through her right breast as Maria's fist connects with it. She staggers back, momentarily stunned by the unexpected blow. She clutches her breast with her left hand, trying to ease the pain.
The audience that has gathered around the ring gasps in shock and surprise at Maria's sudden attack. Some of them make comments, wondering aloud if the sparring had turned into a real fight. Others just watch with interest, curious to see how Linda will respond.
Linda, however, is not about to take the blow lying down. Despite the pain in her breast, she manages to regain her composure and her fighting stance. She looks at Maria with determination, her eyes burning with anger and adrenaline.
"You want to play rough?" she says through gritted teeth. "Fine. Let's play."
Linda's hook to the face sends Maria stumbling back into the corner of the ring. Linda can see the surprise in Maria's eyes as she follows up with a flurry of punches aimed at her sweaty cleavage. She pumps her fists into those delicious DDs, watching them jiggle and bounce with each hit. The sound of impact echoes through the gym as Linda's fists connect with Maria's chest. Maria grunts and moans with each hit, her breasts turning red from the assault. Linda can feel her own chest throbbing in pain with each punch, but she doesn't stop. She wants to show Maria that she won't be taken advantage of. The audience has grown, and Linda can hear the sound of their murmurs and laughter. One person makes a rude comment, and Linda can feel her blood boil. She puts all her weight behind the next punch, hitting Maria's chest with a sickening thud. Maria screams out in pain, falling to her knees. Linda stops, feeling a twinge of guilt for going too far. She offers Maria a hand, helping her up.
Linda helps Maria up, and as she looks into Maria's eyes, she can see the lust for more punishment. Maria breathes heavily and says, "Is that all you got in those gloves? Come on, give me your best shot!" Linda is a bit taken aback by Maria's request but is also eager to push herself further. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you too badly," Linda says hesitantly. Maria grins and says, "I can take it, give me everything you've got." Linda nods and takes a step back, gathering her strength for a powerful punch. She then lunges forward and unleashes a sickening blow into Maria's left breast. The sound of impact echoes through the room, and Maria lets out a loud moan of pain mixed with pleasure.
The audience gasps in shock, and one rude comment can be heard, but Linda ignores it, focusing on Maria's reaction. She can see the desire in Maria's eyes and feels a rush of adrenaline. Linda then lands another hard punch to Maria's right breast, causing it to jiggle violently. Maria groans again, but her eyes never leave Linda's. "That's it," she whispers, "give me more."
A woman from the audience says: "Give them puppies a few uppercuts!"
Linda shoots the woman a disapproving glare, but she's not the only one making rude comments. As the audience gathers around, more people start shouting out obscene requests.
"Knock those big jugs around!"
"Give her a real tit-slapping!"
"Let's see those funbags fly!"
Linda glared at Maria's crotch, noticing the big wet spot forming on her leggings. She knew Maria was turned on by the punishment, and Linda couldn't help but feel a bit excited herself. The audience had grown, and their crude comments were growing louder and more vulgar. But the sight of Maria's glistening wetness was too much for Linda to ignore. She knew that she had to end this soon, or things could get out of hand. Without warning, she stepped forward and launched a series of brutal uppercuts aimed at Maria's heaving chest. The force of the blows knocked the tits right out of Maria's top, exposing her large breasts and their hard, pink nipples. Linda could see the sweat pouring down Maria's face as she gasped for breath, her tits bouncing with each punch.
The audience went wild with excitement, cheering and shouting obscenities at the two women. But Linda was done. She knew she had pushed Maria far enough, and it was time to end the sparring session. She stepped back and motioned for Maria to join her. "Alright, that's enough for today," Linda said, looking at Maria's exposed chest. "You took some hard shots, but you held your own. You'll be a great fighter someday." Maria nodded, looking a bit dazed as she tried to catch her breath. "Thanks," she gasped. "That was amazing."
As the sparring finishes, Maria takes a deep breath and reaches up to adjust her top Her large, red and swollen breasts were now visible, with some bruises starting to show. Linda also appeared to be panting, a sheen of sweat covering her face and her own breasts heaving from the exertion.
Despite the intense session, the two women embraced each other, and the crowd around them erupted into a loud applause. Maria's tits jiggled as she hugged Linda tightly, her nipples still erect and visible through her damp fabric. Linda smiled warmly, patting Maria's back, and the two of them separated, grinning at each other.
The audience continued to cheer as the two fighters walked out of the ring, sweaty and exhausted but exhilarated from their intense sparring session.
As they reach the locker room, Maria turns to Linda with a mischievous grin. "You know what they say, after a good fight comes good sex," she says suggestively. Linda blushes at the remark, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "What are you saying?" she asks, trying to sound indignant but failing to hide her curiosity. Maria leans in closer and whispers in her ear, "I'm saying that we should help each other relieve some tension." Linda's heart races at the suggestion, and before she can even respond, Maria presses her body against hers and kisses her passionately. Linda melts into the kiss, feeling Maria's tongue exploring her mouth as they embrace.
Their hands roam over each other's bodies, touching and caressing with increasing urgency. Linda can feel herself getting wet between her legs as Maria's hand finds its way under her sports bra and begins to fondle her breasts. Without breaking the kiss, they start to undress each other, revealing their sweaty bodies in all their glory. Linda gasps as Maria takes her breast in her mouth, suckling and biting on the nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
They move to a bench in the corner of the room, and Maria lies down, spreading her legs invitingly.
Linda hesitates for a moment, but the sight of Maria's spread legs and the thought of being caught only excites her more. She drops to her knees in front of Maria and leans in, kissing her inner thighs. Maria moans softly and spreads her legs wider, inviting Linda in. The locker room is quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan. Linda looks up and sees the open door, but the thrill of the possibility of getting caught only makes her more turned on. She leans in and starts to lick Maria's pussy, causing her to arch her back and moan louder.
As Linda works her tongue, Maria reaches down and grabs a handful of Linda's hair, pulling her closer. The heat between them is intense, and they both know they are taking a risk, but the pleasure is too great to stop. Linda slides a finger into Maria's wet pussy, causing her to gasp and moan even louder.
Suddenly, they hear the sound of someone entering the locker room. Linda freezes, but Maria urges her to keep going, whispering in her ear, "Don't stop, baby. Let's give them a show." Linda nods and goes back to work, trying to keep quiet as they both watch the door. As the person enters the locker room, they look around and then head for a locker on the other side of the room. Linda and Maria breathe a sigh of relief and continue their naughty session, knowing they got away with it this time.
Linda continued to use her big chest to stimulate Maria's sensitive areas, making her moan softly with pleasure. As the sound of the other person in the locker room faded away, Linda became bolder, sliding her hands down to Maria's thighs and pulling her closer. Maria was breathing heavily, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Linda's fingers traced circles on her inner thighs. The sensation was almost too much for her to bear, and she writhed in pleasure as Linda's lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
They continued to kiss, their lips locked in a deep, passionate embrace. The world outside the locker room ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they explored each other's desires. As the intensity of their lovemaking grew, Linda's massive naturals pressed harder against Maria's body, creating a sensation that was almost overwhelming. Maria arched her back, letting out a loud moan as Linda's chest engulfed her, the soft flesh enveloping her like a warm, comforting blanket.
Their bodies moved together, a blur of flesh and passion as they lost themselves in each other. Their sweat-slicked bodies glowed in the dim light, their movements growing faster and more frantic as they neared the edge of their desires. Finally, with a cry of pleasure that echoed through the empty locker room, they found release. Their bodies shuddered together, their passion spent as they collapsed against each other, their breathing heavy and labored. For a long moment, they simply lay there, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. Finally, Linda rolled off of Maria, a soft smile on her lips as she gazed into her lover's eyes. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Maria nodded, her own smile mirroring Linda's. "I know. I can't believe we just did that."
"We should probably get going," she said, her voice a little hesitant. Maria nodded, her own flush fading as she began to dress. They said little as they finished getting ready, their minds still consumed by the intensity of what had just happened between them.
