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muffinsin · 9 days ago

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hello, this is anon who send thought about buff cass 🙇🏻‍♀️

this is my first request and i'm sorry if my thought was cringe, can i request about fem reader gym date with g!p Cassandra and then they're ended up with passionate sex? Thank youu 🩷

Oh? (I wish I remembered which thought that was��‍♀️! But here y’all, a little throwback to one of my favorite, if not my favorite buff Cassie art by @zeleneagle -> here)

And it isn’t cringe at all, hon! :) absolutely!🙌 we’ve got some more Top! Cass loving here, I see🥳

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You gulp subtly as you take in the sight before you, your pussy aching, your panties wet already as they cling to your body. Your wide eyes are set on only one thing:

Your girlfriend,

Cassandra.

How her hair, dark, long and thick, falls down her neck and lightly brushes against her shoulders as she moves, the bun it’s held in slowly loosening a little. With her hair messy like this, you can’t help but think of the countless other times her hair was messy.

She stands tall, a weight held in each of her strong, tall, scarred hands. Her black sport bra clings to her tightly, exposing her pale, muscular stomach and the biceps set along her lightly scarred arms.

Then, your eyes drop a little lower and you nearly drop your concentration despite only stretching this far. Immediately, you find the bulge in her pants, a black pair of leggings that she usually wears when working out. She stands with her legs slightly apart, her black sneaker-like shoes pressed against the stony ground. When you first saw her in her signature black, gothic dress you thought she couldn’t look any more arousing.

That is, until you began asking the Duke to bring more…modern clothing, and now find yourself drooling over her day after day, whether in jeans or leggings, even the baggy pants she wears to bed occasionally.

Oh, but these leggings…

Your face flushes a bright pink. Beneath your own sports bra you feel your nipples harden already while your pussy aches and throbs. You’re surprised she hasn’t picked up on it yet, certain that she can smell you. Your eyes find her bulge easily, and momentarily you freeze, forgetting you were stretching to warm up a little. You see the outline of her cock, pressed up against the fabric, her tip, her thick base, her heavy balls…

You aren’t sure for how long you’ve been staring at her, nor whether she noticed, but blink away your thoughts when she turns to you, her dark golden eyes finding yours effortlessly. She smirks, as though entirely aware of the desire, eagerness, adoration and devotion rising in you. You want nothing but to drop to your knees and taste her, or spread your legs and allow her to taste you. You wonder- will she bite again today? Nip at your inner thigh as she likes to do before eating you out. An odd, sharp sensation, but the intense pleasure you receive when she drinks from you is more than worth it.

You bite your lip as she approaches you, bending momentarily to set the weights to the floor. Her hand moves to your hip, and even as she speaks you feel her thumb run light circles against your exposed skin.

The smallest of touches from her have you smile and squirm already, and she knows it.

You feel her squeeze your hip, as though to recapture your attention, and you blush, as if caught thinking such things about her. It’s not surprising to her, of course, as the smirk on her lips tells you, but your cheeks heat up all the same.

“Didn’t wanna go for the bench after all?”, she teases, her gaze intense, her voice so perfectly low and seductive even when she doesn’t try. You gulp, but shake your head, an idea forming in your mind already.

“You first”, you hum, gesturing towards the machine. When she walks, you can’t help but let your eyes fall on her strong shoulders and back, then her shapely, thick ass and strong thighs.

When she lays down by the bench, her knees bent and strong thighs at the sides, you can once again only watch eagerly when her strong arms lift and strong fingers wrap around the bars of the weight she’s about to lift.

Normally, this would be when you turn back to normal weights, or perhaps to try out some moves at the mannequin, showing off all she’s taught you.

Now, you have different plans.

Cassandra gasps in surprise when she feels you sit down on her thigh, your fingertips resting against her pale, muscular stomach. You stroke over it for a few moments, your fingertip dipping and tracing and taking it all in.

“What are you doing?”, she asks, lifting her head and the bars just enough to meet your eyes. You don’t answer, only shrug playfully as your fingertip traces down more, and more, and more.

She groans when you cup her bulge through the tight leggings, but still lifts the weight seemingly effortlessly. You desperately want to see how much longer she can keep this up.

When you begin to trace her bulge playfully, you’re sure you hear a sound coming from her akin to a growl, whereas her flies buzz as if in irritation. She grits her teeth, her body heating up a little.

Then again, you’re no better, certainly.

You feel the heat between your legs and are certain she feels it too, even through the fabric of your clothing.

“Careful”, she almost seems to growl, her flies buzzing a little louder, her muscles flexing as she lifts the weights over and over again. You subtly grind down on her thigh, biting you lip before your hands wander to the waistband of her leggings.

Then, unable to restrain yourself when your eyes meet her golden ones, you tug them down with her boxers, giggling when she lifts her hips just enough to make this easier for you.

When you at last get to see her hard, throbbing cock, your hands fly to it immediately and you whine, panting lowly beneath your breath. Your clit aches already and you’re sure you’ve made a mess of your panties and underwear.

“Fuck…”, Cassandra groans, her eyes closing momentarily as your hands find her cock’s base and begin to stroke up and down. She shivers, her thighs flexing, her arms trembling for a moment before she continues lifting the weights as before.

You decide, you don’t want to tease her now, feeling far too eager to feel her back inside of you, instead.

And still, you jerk your hand up and down, play with her tip and stroke down her cock to her base and balls before going back up.

More,

and more,

and more.

Your mouth waters and you begin stealing grinding down on her, feeling far too warm in your own clothing suddenly.

How is it teasing Cassandra only ever has you feel teased, foo?

Licking your lips, you continue stroking her with one hand while the other tugs at your clothing, lifting your top and tugging down your leggings and underwear in one go. You know by now how she likes you, naked, kneeling, obeying. Being a good girl for her. Then again, you know she’s plenty capable of putting you in your place when you act out, with great enjoyment even.

You lean forward, giggling as she nearly loses her grip on the weights and they come down the her sides of the bench, her fingers circling around the bar holding them up. Still, at this point it’s harder the bars at the equipment holding them up, not her arms.

Of course, you can’t help but take advantage of this, leaning down, holding onto the bar for yourself.

It’s far too heavy for you to lift, but you like the way it restricts her movements for now, leaving her down on the bench when you lean down and brush your lips against hers.

“Careful, morsel”

You shiver at her words, at her voice, at the sensation of her tip brushing against your inner thigh when you move up a little.

Alas, you’re determined, and far too eager.

When you slowly sink down, you can’t help but moan, your arms trembling, your lips parting automagically. She groans, but chuckles, knowing that even now she’s the one in control. And as such, she makes her first command;

“Ride.”

You gasp at her words, your cheeks adapting a light, pink colour as you obey, moaning and whimpering as you lower yourself a little more to take more of her inside.

Below, she groans, her fingers curling around the bar as though she wanted to touch you, instead. You’re sure she will, later, though obey for now.

“Please…”, you moan, though aren’t even entirely sure what for.

For her to touch you?

For her to thrust upwards, to help you out?

For her to take you properly?

For nothing at all?

You squirm and moan, your thighs trembling and your pussy tightening around her. You feel so sensitive, your clit throbbing, her thick cock slowly sliding deep inside of you until, at last, it reaches its limit too and you feel her completely inside of you.

You sink down again, moaning against her lips before you raise your head again, exposing your throat to her. If the bar didn’t keep her down, you’re sure she’d bite down already, piercing your flesh and drinking the blood beneath.

“More”, she demands, her voice breathy, her fingers curling around the bars a little tighter yet again.

And again, you obey, move your hips a little faster and roll them into her.

You feel yourself getting close embarrassingly fast, but can hardly help yourself. She’s so deep, so thick, so long. You shut your eyes, feeling yourself tear up a little from the pleasure that’s running through your very veins.

But it seems, Cassandra’s had enough of being denied the touch of your body properly.

“A-AH!”, you gasp in surprise when she pushes you back a little, yanking the weights up and effortlessly tossing them to the side with strength only those infected by the cadou could display.

Your hips are gripped tightly instead and you shriek as she brings you down on her properly, her tongue lapping at your breasts until her lips wrap around your nipple.

Briefly, it stings, when her teeth dig into your skin, then aches when they cut across it, and lastly you feel more and more pleasure as she sucks and yanks your hips a little faster.

“Good…girl…”, she groans, her eyes shutting, her back ached a little as she sits up a little straighter.

“A-Ah, Ca-ssan-dra-ah!”, you yelp out, your eyes closing, your breasts bouncing with every sharp tug and yank up and down. She’s holding you tight, controlling your movements effortlessly. When your hands wander to her shoulders, she hums, whereas you moan at the feeling of her muscles beneath your very fingers.

You feel yourself getting close again already, the light, bubbly feeling in your stomach rising with every passing moment. She’s beautiful, a perfect combination of dominating and rough, loving and gentle, strong and guiding.

“I-m-gon-a-aH!”!

You can’t finish your sentence, can only moan when she rolls your hips with every thrust and thrusts right up against your G-spot over and over and over again.

When she whispers the command for you to cum, you obey, your body going almost limp as you scream and moan.

But she holds you, kisses you, hugs you to her and comforts you. She presses little kisses to your neck as you come down from your high and chuckles against your throat when you finally manage to catch your breath.

Lastly, she still presses three little kisses to your neck.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #what is sleep #writer’s block #rip #this took ages-

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