TOPTEN

dunk

"Aaaah, shit, 10, chill out, please," I called out as 10 pushed me further into the wall with his thrusts.

"Mmmhmm," 10 mumbled into my neck skin which was creating sloppy sounds due to the sweat pooling at the base of my neck.
I don't know how long we had been going, all I know is my eyes hadn't refocused for a while now.
I gripped onto his shoulders to give myself better balance before falling back into the rhythm.
My left arm hung over his shoulder, my left hand laying flat against the middle of his back.
I silently wished he was fat so I had something to hold onto but he's on the same fitness regimen I'm on.
Maybe that's where this stamina is coming from and my ability to keep up with him, too.

"10, please let up on me. I need my voice for my show." I gasped out as I tried to reason with him. He scoffed into my neck before cupping my thighs into a tighter grip and slamming impossibly deeper into me, for sure cracking my back and the wall in one go.