The older athlete looked at me with a faint quizzical smile, and continued:
‘So – think you’ll win the final then, hmm?’
Something in her expression or tone of voice piqued me, and, together with the euphoria resulting from my current form, this led to my unusually assertive and boastful reply:
‘Yeah, I do – yes, I will!’
Tamar paused for a second, and her smile became more apparent, even a little predatory. I was leaning forwards to tie the laces on my running shoes, when a quiet cool voice spoke from above the lean-muscled legs that were in my peripheral vision:
‘So, that was a fast time you ran – another PB, was it?’
I straightened up and looked at Tamar, who was sitting with calm composure, still wearing her sweatshirt and outer jacket over her racing outfit. Sex video Tamar began to gasp and then to grunt, and she gripped my head in her hands and ground her pussy against me
