Chapter 29

I swept Mizuki up into my arms, my penis straining with anticipation as I thrust it into her waiting vagina.

Her response was immediate, a sharp cry of “Ahhhhh!” bursting from her lips as our bodies merged. I couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction, my hands grasping her buttocks firmly as I began to move, my penis sliding in and out of her vagina in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The referee’s eyes widened at the sight of my arousal, his throat working hard to swallow as he stuttered, “I, I’ll start. Please get ready.”

His words came a beat late, as if he was struggling to tear his gaze away from the spectacle before him.

As the first to go, I stood at the starting line, Mizuki still wrapped in my arms, her buttocks firmly grasped in my hands.

Beside me, a muscular man stood poised, his body rippling with tension, but his penis, unfortunately, was not as impressive, struggling to hold his partner in place.

A pang of sympathy shot through me at the sight; it seemed he was at a disadvantage from the start.

Furthermore, the woman’s expression revealed a tinge of discontent, a subtle yet unmistakable hint that her desires had not been fully satiated.

In stark contrast, Mizuki’s body language told a different story altogether.

As I thrusted in and out of her, our lovemaking created a rich, velvety foam that filled her vagina, a testament to the unbridled passion that coursed through our entwined bodies.

Her love juices flowed ceaselessly, a sensual, golden nectar that anointed our union.

A soft, husky whisper caressed my ear, sending shivers down my spine as Mizuki’s wet moans escaped her lips. “Ahh...” The sound was like a siren’s call, beckoning me deeper into the depths of our desire.

And then, without warning, the signal came. “Start!” The word was like a shot of adrenaline, coursing through my veins and galvanizing me into action.

I launched into a sprint, my legs pumping furiously as I ran with every ounce of strength I possessed.

Mizuki’s body, clinging to mine like a limpet, shook violently with each movement, her curves bouncing and swaying in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of my heart.

Her body responded instinctively, creating a piston-like motion that fueled our passion and drove us both closer to the edge.

As we hurtled towards the precipice, Mizuki’s cries grew louder, more urgent. “Ah! Yes...! Yes! Oh yesss!!” Her voice was a symphony of desire, a crescendo of need that seemed to shatter the air around us.

And then, in a flash of pure, unadulterated bliss, her vaginal muscles contracted, wrapping around my penis like a vice.

She had reached her climax, the moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that we had both been striving for.

A low, throaty growl escaped my lips as I felt her come, my own body responding instinctively to the primal call of her release.

“Hngggh!”

I didn’t dare slow down, my legs pumping furiously as I sprinted the final 70 meters.

It was only when I glanced over my shoulder that I realized I had managed to carve out a substantial lead, a gap of over 20 meters separating me from my competitor.

Emboldened by this discovery, I maintained my breakneck pace, crossing the finish line with a sense of unbridled triumph. I was the undisputed winner.

The sound of labored breathing filled the air, but it wasn’t mine. Mizuki’s ragged gasps – “Haah. Haah ... Haah” – were a stark contrast to my own slightly elevated respiration.

It was clear that my stamina investment had paid off, allowing me to push myself to the limit without completely exhausting myself.