Refining Beauty (For Cleo)

Ryan felt himself being slipped out there, Femi damn near sucked his soul out there! The Paragon would be panting there a bit, wiping sweat from his forehead and breathing deep. Granted it'd been far too long since he'd had a long......session, this would need to be addressed. But Ryan kept a cooler outlook there as he lay on the massage table, looking at Femi with a glazed over eye as she sauntered around him. It seemed the mother was far from done there even. Her fortitude despite her curvy frame was to be admired.......

He hummed into the kiss there from Femi, making sure to support her busty frame with his perfectly muscled arms and had her sit in his lap. Even as she seemed ready to start riding him proper, with no rubber too. Ryan chuckled at Femi's words there, a goddess? She had that feeling to her actually.

"You might be surprised, I once met one called Aphrodite and they were very much pleased......" Ryan muttered out through grunted moans, damn this woman was insatiable and he had to keep holding onto her lest they fall off that massage table!

"Well, I'll be better than she ever was—I'll pleasure you 'til you can't cum anymore~"
Femi smugly declared, slightly jealous that he had brought up another woman. At the very least, if he didn't have any kids, the brunette was prepared to be his provider right then and there. She had no concern over how long they've known each other; all she knew was that she needed someone, and he could be that someone. She persisted to bounce on his cock, pounding on his lower stomach with such strength to make the room echo with the sound of skin colliding. The motherly woman let out moan after moan, planting on lips on his chest to soften her voice a bit, while indulging even more in her man.
She pondered if this would be bad for Sydney, but at the same time, she may not have cared at the moment. It was pure euphoria in her heart that she hadn't experienced since the day she met her baby daddy. However, he didn't fuck as good as Ryan did; though, her former lover was far more aggressively dominant over her. She liked that, and wanted to see a bit of that in the Paragon, but she also didn't mind—he was too cute not to forgive. In fact, she'd reward him for his passiveness, wrapping her arms behind her head, and shoving her breasts near his face.

Ryan gritted his teeth but couldn't help but chuckle at Femi's words there, the challenge was set there with her making sure that the Paragon was going to be eating healthy from here on~ The Paragon would be careful with Femi there, ensuring that her hips bounced on him and not taking her off balance. Damn her pussy was actually tight despite being a mother too! The Paragon would give a quiet gasp of pleasure as he brought in close to her massive breasts, which could easily engulf a person's head!

The Brit wasted no time in getting intimate with Femi's funbags, kissing her titflesh and giving a low, primal growl even. It was clear to Ryan that Femi wanted him to get a bit rougher, hence he did by spanking her massive asscheeks and then grabbing her haunches with his muscled arms while he kept himself inside of her Ryan would make to set Femi down on the massage table on her back.

Kissing her breasts as he did so and feeling his shaft twitch inside of her Ryan would keep sliding firmly into Femi, making sure that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon~

In all honesty, this was more of a workout than actually wrestling with someone. Her heart seemed like it was on the verge of rupturing out of her chest, while her mouth grew watery enough to release a stream of saliva down her breasts and onto her tummy. The mother didn't want to get any on her divinely crafted lover, so she shook her body a bit, transitioning into a subtle belly dance. She rubbed her folds against his abs once again, the girl seductively pulling her head back in arousal—mouth wide open. Femi noticed that Ryan was beginning to become more active in their session, so she let him take control, being his sex slave, willing to do his every bidding.

Well if there was one thing that could be said about this it was indeed the case that this sensual intercourse was exercise in and of itself. That was something that was legit! The Paragon was flexing his impressive biceps as he held Femi there being on top of her. Ryan gave a low growl as he felt Femi shake in front of him to let her folds induce an enticing dance before him. The Brit could feel himself getting close to release as his thrusts increased there........

"Fffnfnfnfnf......f-fuck I'm coming........." Ryan moaned into Femi's ear before lightly biting her neck there as he could feel himself getting there, his plowing getting faster and faster with him burying his head right into Femi's fat tits. Her padding serving as a good muffler for his loud moans as he'd release a hot, steaming load into the curvy brunette and slump into her there with frantic breathes as the muscled paragon based in the after glow..........

Femi let out a harmonic moan, feeling a rush of cum graze her walls. She held the man in her arms tightly; weakly cradling Ryan in her embrace. After such a good session, she was more than worn out, sweat slithering down her body. She wanted to lay down on the mat beneath them, but she noticed that Ryan has leaning lifelessly on her. The brunette smiled to herself, admiring his cute expression of exhaustion.
It appeared that the two had done enough resistance training for today, but there would surely be more to come later on; for now, she'd rest her own head down on the mat, weighting her lover down on her chest. She gently pet his head, her heart beating loud enough for him to hear. The motherly wrestler wondered if he'd get much rest in that state, yet she, herself, began to shut her eyes and take a brief nap. The both of them were completely naked, and at any moment, someone could have walked in; Femi didn't care. The world should know about their love, and that the noble paragon belonged to her—his dick, cum, and all.

Ryan would have to admit that........that was a good fuck right there. Femi was a brilliant package all things considered, womanly curves, massive udders and a tight entrance that made her feel young. The Paragon would sigh a bit in contentment there, that was.......fast. He'd only met this mature lady who acted like a 20 year old today, but yet here he was having blown a load right into her.

Ryan was no stranger to being intimate, it wasn't often but when he did well......a partner was never left unsatisfied. He snuggled his head into Femi's massive breasts and lightly tweaked at her right breast, Ryan swore he heard the churning of milk in her udders. Likely from her time being a mother with a body like that.

Then after taking a deep breath Ryan would slowly pull out of Femi, before then proceeding to heft her right again in his arms. This time back towards the ring as he said "Now then! I trust you feel better after that? Up to continue our session in making you a better wrestler?" and making to roll her under the bottom rope and into the ring there.

Femi now inside the ring, woke up and stretched, unaware of anything he did in the time between her slumber and her awakening. Though, she did catch the last part, and playfully groaned in disapproval. She truly did want to indulge in her second favorite thing, which was wrestling, but damn was she worn out.
Well, it would certainly be even more fun now that the man had withered her strength away from her. It would be a true test of her resilience. She quickly stood back up, and pulled her right arm behind her head, and whined cutely. The brunette veteran would give her boyfriend a smile, and immediately circle him around the ring.

Ryan would admit that he probably could have done with picking his clothes back on there after that........session with Femi there, the pair were still buck naked for a wrestling spar session. A brief casting glance at the massage table told him this, at well nothing to it but to do it as the saying went.

The Paragon gave a little smile as he saw Femi act like she just woke up for the day and said "Come on now, you had the energy to go with me like that you'll have the energy to go in the ring too." he couldn't resist being open with her now at this point and he would see that she was moving at least.

The Paragon would get into a grappler stance and seek to try and dart around and catch the plump woman into a semi tight bearhug. "I'm after you! I'm a jaguar in the jungle after you, how do you respond to this?" he said aloud as he tried to gauge what Femi's fight or flight instincts might do or if her veteran instincts would kick in or not!

Femi, being the playful lover she was, let Ryan swoop her into a bearhug, and squeeze on her body. She let out a moan, and kissed him in retaliation. The veteran didn't take the practice session all too seriously, her boyfriend having said the goofiest thing ever, yet so charming coming from him. Then again, she thought about putting a bit more effort into it for his sake, especially if she wanted to impress him. She may have been rusty, but she could truly make her woo over her with a few more stretches. Then again, she fell back into submissiveness, her breasts rubbing against his chest. It was a ticklish, soft, sensation. It made her slightly wet; droplets of cum splashing on the canvas. Their sexual tension was just far too strong for them to avoid; possibly shooting down the idea of a tag team any time soon. At least on Femi's side of the field.
That's when it hit her. She was acting like her normal self again. It was as if this was the place she always belonged to, despite her only just having come back. She even disregarded the reason she left the shadows to begin with; to find her granddaughter. The brunette had good will towards Yona, but in the end, she felt it was more Sydney's responsibility to make things up to her. Femi had done her part, coming along and seeing her through what Sydney deemed a traumatic place for her. She was a terrible mother, she truly was, but the curvy veteran knew where her heart lied, and it was with her new man. Not even Aya was more important than that. She cut her off decades ago, and didn't need to spend another minute thinking about her. Femi knew that they would meet eventually, but it was clear no one in the family was in any rush to find each other, outside of Sydney and Yona.