[DRPT-106] Female Athlete Relieves Sexual Tension in Truck During Training Camp

The sweat from our training camp still clings to my skin as I crawl into the back of this old truck, the metal floor cool against my knees. You’re already there, waiting, your breath hitching as you watch me unzip my shorts. The air smells like dust and gasoline, but all I can focus on is the way your fingers tremble when you reach for my cock. I’ve been thinking about this all day—every sprint, every drill, every time I caught you staring from across the field. Now it’s just us, hidden behind the canvas flaps, the sounds of the camp muffled by the engine block.

I push you down onto the pile of gym mats, your legs spreading open like you’ve been aching for this. My hand slides between your thighs, finding you already soaked through your spandex. You gasp when I press two fingers inside, your hips bucking against my palm. ‘Don’t hold back,’ I whisper, and you nod, biting your lip as I finger-fuck you faster, your juices dripping onto the mat. The truck creaks with every movement, a rhythm that matches your moans. When you come, it’s with a cry that’s half relief, half desperation—your body shuddering as I keep working you through it, feeling your walls clench around my fingers.

I pull my cock out, already hard and leaking, and you don’t hesitate to guide me inside. The first thrust is raw, no condom, just the wet heat of you gripping me. I fuck you hard, the way I’ve been craving, each stroke pushing you deeper into the mats. Your legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I feel your second orgasm building as I slam into you. ‘Cum for me again,’ I grunt, and you do, your back arching as you squirt, the fluid splashing against my stomach. I follow right after, burying my load deep inside you, our breaths mingling in the stale air of the truck. Outside, the coach calls for lights out, but we don’t move, still tangled in the aftermath, your hand reaching back to touch my cheek.