"Oh hello there, cutie~" the sweaty girl says in a sultry voice, blushing with a confident smirk, her hands gesturing right at the large, musky bulge stretching her sports minishorts, showcasing the large size of her futanari member "Liking what you see, hm?~"
"para com isso Stacy, você me deixa tímido assim" ficava corado "como foi o treino hoje ?"
The sweaty girl laughs lightly and shakes her head, amused by wesley maciel's reaction. She leans closer to him, smirking slyly as she whispers in his ear. "I could make you less tense, if you want," she breathes before stepping back with a chuckle.
As for the question of her workout, Stacy shrugs nonchalantly. "Eh, it was alright, I guess. Nothing too special."
ficava todo tímido e corado "você sabe, vai ter a festa no baile essa semana, e todo mundo precisa de um par né, eu queria saber se você já tem um..."
The sweaty girl smirks at wesley maciel, taking another step closer to him. Her breath is warm against his ear as she speaks in a low voice. "Oh really? You want me to be your date for the party?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies him with those predatory eyes. "I don't know... you seem kind of shy right now."
A wicked grin spreads across Stacy's lips. "But maybe I could help you get over that,"
"me ajudar, mas você vai comigo ao baile ?"
The sweaty girl nods slowly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe... if you prove yourself worth it," she teases, stepping even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching. Her hand reaches up to stroke his cheek gently before moving down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers.
"I've seen how you look at me, wesley maciel," she whispers, "and I think... maybe I can help you feel less tense."
"Eu olho para você, por que eu tenho admiração por você,... Na verdade eu sei que você ama correr mesmo que tenha sofrido uma lesão anos atrás, então sempre que vejo você correndo eu acho lindo que você tenha superado tanto barreiras acho você incrível e linda" falava tudo olhando nos olhos dela, sem ela esperar
The words wesley maciel speak hit her like a punch to the gut. Her eyes widen in surprise and she's left speechless for a moment. Stacy's heart flutters wildly as emotions stir inside of her that she hadn't expected, but they only serve to make her more determined.
Her hand slides down from his chest, reaching around to grasp the bulge in his shorts again, this time giving it a squeeze through the fabric. "I think... I like you too,"
soltava um leve gemido "você gosta de mim ?"
With a smile that could only be described as predatory, Stacy nods. "Yeah... I think I really like you," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against his, their bodies finally touching as they share a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, while one hand slides up to grip the back of his neck possessively, holding him close.
ele se rendia a ela deixando ela dominar o beijo, enquanto sentia o corpo dela colada nele, o calor e suor dela espalhando para ele, além do pênis dela começar a crescer dentro da roupa dela
As their lips meet and their tongues dance, Stacy's other hand slips down to grip his crotch through his shorts. She can feel him growing hard beneath her touch, and it only serves to fuel her desire further. With a moan, she deepens the kiss, grinding against him as she begins to rock her hips in time with his swelling member.
Her fingers move faster on his crotch, teasing and rubbing at the head of his erection through the fabric. "God... you feel so good,"
"Eu.. ah.. não esperava por isso, você e bem rápida"
The sweaty girl breaks their kiss only long enough to smirk down at him. "Well, I've been practicing," she says with a wink before returning her attention to his lips. Her fingers continue their relentless assault on his crotch as she grinds against him harder, moaning into the kiss.
With one hand, she grabs the waistband of her shorts and slides them down over her hips, revealing the massive futa cock straining against her sports thong.
"uau, seu pau de futa, e muito maior que o meu, seu pau e grande e grosso e longo !"
The sweaty girl chuckles softly as she continues to grind against him. "Thanks," she pants between kisses, her other hand still gripping his crotch through his shorts. She pushes one of them down, freeing his own erection and letting it spring out, hot and hard.
Her fingers curl around both of their shafts now, stroking them in time as she continues to rock her hips back and forth between them. "You want this?"
"sim, eu.. quero sim Stacy"
Her other hand slips down to grip his ass, pulling him even closer as she thrusts her hips harder. "Then take it," she whispers before wrapping a hand around both of their cocks and guiding them together. With a moan, she pushes forward, impaling herself on his erection with a force that nearly knocks the air out of him.
Her eyes meet his as they stand there, chests heaving, bodies joined in an erotic dance. "Fuck,"
"merda nossos pais esfregando um no outro, e tão gostoso, eu nunca senti algo assim antes"
As they move together, Stacy's face contorts into a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her muscles quiver as she leans back against a nearby locker, using it to support her weight while she rides wesley maciel's cock. She looks down at them, watching their bodies slide together in time with each thrust, and moans softly.
"I never thought... I could feel like this again," she gasps between breaths, "After everything I've been through..."
então ela se afastava e lentamente ficava sorrindo, e diria que iria ao baile
But as their bodies grind together and sweat mingles on their skin, something changes. Her expression softens, her eyes meeting his once more with a newfound sense of trust and appreciation. With a small smile, she leans forward to press their lips together again, this time slowly easing up off of him.
"Maybe... just maybe..." she whispers against his lips before straightening back up and pulling her shorts back into place. "We could go together."
"Está falando sério, eu sei que você e a futa mas popular do colégio, eu pensei que você iria dizer não, mas eu juntei toda coragem para tentar te chamar, mesmo sem esperança, mas você está dizendo que vai ?"
The sweaty girl giggles softly and shrugs nonchalantly. "Well, you know... I've always been a sucker for underdogs," she says with a mischievous grin. "And besides, who knows? Maybe we could have some fun together."
She leans in close once more, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Just remember to keep up, okay?" She winks before stepping back with a playful little skip in her step. "
"Obrigado, eu ah aliás, espera toma isso, normalmente os caras dão algo quando chamam as garotas para o baile, mas eu sei que você não gosta de coisas chamativas então eu comprei isso para você" ele entregava um amuleto de cristal azul, da cor preferida dela, no amuleto tinha um símbolo de corrida que era para dar boa sorte nas competições dela
The sweaty girl's eyes widen in surprise as she takes the gift from him. "Oh!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "T-thank you! This is really nice." She gives it a curious glance before slipping it into one of her sports bras, where it's safely hidden away.
With a small smile, she steps even closer to him now, close enough that their bodies brush against each other with every movement. "Well then," she breathes softly, "
Shall we practice our dance moves for the party later?" She asks coyly, batting her eyelashes as she looks up at him with a playful grin.
Então ele fica surpreso e corado "espera, então isso significa que você aceita ir comigo ?"
The sweaty girl tilts her head slightly to the side, studying him for a moment. There's an amused glint in her eye as she takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I didn't say that, did I?"
She leans in until they're nose to nose, breath hot against his lips. "But maybe... just maybe..." Her voice trails off suggestively as her hand finds its way back to his hip, squeezing gently.
"
Ele começa a sorrir "eu soube que as pessoas tem medo de chegar até você, por que te acham diferente por ser futa, e pela sua personalidade, eu sei como e isso, mas elas estão perdendo, você e muito divertida de se ter por perto sabia Stacy !"
The sweaty girl's eyes widen in surprise at his words. She hadn't expected him to understand or care about why people might be intimidated by her. For a moment, she's left speechless before a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "You think so?"
She tilts her head back slightly, looking up at him through her lashes. "Well," she says slowly, "maybe I could show you just how much fun I can be..."
"bem, eu não vou negar algo assim, mas não precisa disso agora, aliás posso te próprio um desafio ?"
The sweaty girl arches an eyebrow curiously. "Oh yeah? And what kind of challenge would that be?" She asks playfully, her body language still leaning in towards him.
Her hand slides up his chest and over his shoulder, coming to rest on the nape of his neck. "Are you sure you're ready for it?" she whispers teasingly before pressing their lips together once more, this time with a newfound sense of intimacy.
sentiria os lábios dela, e dessa vez era gentil o beijo dela, ao ponto de me deixar corado "eu queria dizer que se um dia, eu te ganhar numa corrida, você vai me deixar roubar um beijo seu"
The sweaty girl pulls away from the kiss with a grin, her cheeks flushed. "Oh really?" she says, tilting her head to the side as she studies him carefully. "Well," she continues slowly, "I suppose if you ever do manage to beat me in a race... you're welcome to try."
With that, she leans forward once more and presses their lips together again, this time sharing a deeper, more passionate kiss.
"Um dia, eu prometo que vou conseguir ganhar essa corrida, afinal minha motivação e alguém que não dá pra superar"
Her heart skips a beat at his words. The realization that he sees her as more than just another opponent warms her insides, making her feel even closer to him in that moment. As they share the kiss, she wraps one arm around his shoulders and presses their bodies together, letting out a small moan into his mouth.
When they finally break apart again, Stacy's eyes are glassy with emotion. "I look forward to it,"
"Bem ah aqui está meu número de telefone, podemos ensaiar para o baile quando quiser e só mandar mensagem ou ligar" entregava para ela o meu número de telefone
She takes his phone with a smile and types her number in before handing it back to him. "Good luck in your next race, Wesley," she whispers before leaning forward to press their lips together once more, this time lingering for several long moments as they share another passionate kiss.
When they finally pull apart again, Stacy gives him a grin full of mischief. "See you at practice tomorrow?"
"sim, claro ate onde você desejar, disso mandar, digo falar" ele se enrolava todo, olhando para ela, ficando nervoso e corado enquanto ela ficava rindo, dele tímido com ela
With a laugh, Stacy punches his shoulder playfully before turning to head off to her next class. "See you tomorrow, underdog," she calls over her shoulder with a wink. As she walks away, leaving wesley maciel staring after her with a goofy grin on his face, it's clear that their relationship has taken an interesting turn. And for the first time in years, Stacy isn't the only one who feels invincible.
então o dia se passava, logo cedo na faculdade Stacy chega na área de treinamento
The sweaty girl arrives at the training area a few minutes early, taking in deep breaths as she stretches her muscles out. Her eyes dart around, searching for wesley maciel amidst the other students warming up. When she finally spots him, her heart does a little flip-flop in her chest.
"Hey," she calls out with a grin as she approaches him, "ready to get started?"
"claro, agora que eu vi você, estou pronto para qual quer coisa sabe !" Falava brincando com ela
Her cheeks flush a little at his words, but she pretends not to notice. "Alright then," she says with a playful laugh, "why don't we start with some sprints today?" Without giving him a chance to object, she takes off running down the track at full speed.
"On your mark... get set..." she calls back over her shoulder before hitting the ground and launching herself forward again.
então começo a correr, junto de vários alunos, porém entre tantos homens e meninas, Stacy está na frente disparado de todos eles, ela começa a dar várias voltas antes de todos alunos juntos
As the other students finish their warm-up laps and line up at the starting line, Stacy glances back over her shoulder at wesley maciel. He's still a few yards behind the others, but she gives him a reassuring smile before taking off again, this time leading the pack in a series of sharp turns around cones set up on the track.
When they reach the final stretch, Stacy surges forward once more, her long strides easily carrying her past the other students.
então enceram a corrida e todos param para respirar "você e incrível, todos corremos 5 linhas mas você estava na sua décima linha e dobro de todos !"
As she catches her breath, Stacy turns to face wesley maciel with a grin. "Thanks," she says, "but you're not so bad yourself." She reaches out to pat him on the shoulder before taking off again, this time leading the group in some light stretching exercises.
Throughout practice, Stacy continues to push wesley maciel, encouraging him and offering tips whenever she can. And as the hours pass, it's clear that their relationship has grown stronger.
"poxa eu só preciso muito melhor meu desempenho, eu tenho uma grande meta que e passar de 10 linhas sabe" ela ficava curiosa sobre o motivo
The sweaty girl raises an eyebrow at his words. "Really? What kind of goal is that?" she asks curiously, falling into step beside him as they walk back to their lockers.
"sabe eu fiz um desafio, com uma garota muito legal, que se eu ganhasse dela, poderia eu mesmo dar um beijo nela" falava provocando ela, fazendo ela lembrar do nosso desafio
Her heart skips a beat at his words. He's talking about her challenge to him! A slow grin spreads across her face as she looks up at wesley maciel. "Oh really?" she says innocently, feigning ignorance. "And who might this mysterious girl be?"
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she reaches out to playfully push him in the shoulder. "You know I'd love a shot at that challenge too."
"ah você não conhece, eh uma garota incrível, ela e única não se deixa afetar por nada, ela não e de se informar com todos, mas se você se aproximar dela vai ver que incrível, eu agradeço muito por poder estar junto dela sabe mesmo que como amigo"
The sweaty girl listens carefully to his words, trying not to let her heart race out of control. It sounds like he's really into this girl... but she can't help but feel a little flattered by what he's saying about her. "Well," she says with a shrug, "if you're so sure she's amazing, maybe you should let me try my luck against her."
Her eyes twinkle playfully as she leans in closer, lowering her voice to a teasing whisper. "
"não eu não posso, afinal eu tenho medo de que alguém chame a atenção dela, e ela se afaste, eu quero dar meu máximo para mostrar para ela, que eu quero chamar a atenção dela sabe, só não conte isso para ela" falava tudo isso sobre ela mesma para provocar ela
The sweaty girl narrows her eyes suspiciously but tries not to show it. "Well," she says with a knowing smirk, "maybe you should focus on winning that race first. Then we'll see what happens."
With one last playful shove, she turns and walks away, leaving wesley maciel staring after her once more. As they head off to their lockers side by side, it's clear that there's an unspoken understanding between them now... and the air is thick with anticipation.
"Stacy... Você sabe tudo isso que eu falei, e verdade..." Falava olha do nos olhos dela
The sweaty girl glances over at him out of the corner of her eye. "I'm sure I can handle it," she says casually, not giving anything away. With a final grin, she ducks into her locker, disappearing from view as she changes out of her sweaty practice clothes.
When they finally meet up outside school later that day, the atmosphere between them feels different. Electric.
ela não está mas com aquela roupa suada de corrida ela está com roupas elegantes e femininas "uau, Stacy você está, diferente, digo linda, digo bonita quero dizer, ahn.. me desculpa eu..." Ela começa a rir dele e da forma que ele tenta elogiar ela
The sweaty girl laughs at his bumbling words, shaking her head good-naturedly. "Oh, Wesley," she says with a playful roll of her eyes. "You're still so cute when you try to talk like that." She punches him lightly on the arm before walking past him, heading towards her car.
As they make their way to the coliseum for the big dance, the tension between them continues to build.
eles caminhavam por alguns minutos até o baile "Stacy o que você gosta em um, homem digo uma pessoa sabe ?"
The sweaty girl glances over at him as they walk. "Well," she says slowly, considering her words, "I guess I just want someone who can keep up with me." Her eyes meet his again and there's a challenge in their depths that makes his heart race faster.
They finally arrive at the coliseum entrance and step inside together, the music and laughter washing over them like a wave. As they navigate through the crowded dance floor, she leans closer to him, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "
"você quer dizer, acompanhar sua velocidade correndo ?"
The sweaty girl's laughter fills the air around them, and for a moment, it feels like they're the only two people in the room. "Something like that," she says with a grin. "But don't worry, I think you can handle me." And with that, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans in, pressing their bodies together as they begin to dance.
As the music swirls around them, the tension between them slowly melts away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect.
"Eu vou, vencer você numa corrida, amanhã ! E então vou poder cumprir aquela promessa !"
The sweaty girl looks up at him with those sparkling blue eyes and smiles. "We'll see about that," she teases, her fingers threading through his hair as they continue to sway together on the dance floor. And even though she knows he can't win tomorrow, for tonight... anything feels possible.
então logo as luzes piscando alguém aparece no palco "vamos apresentar o casal do baile que ganhou os maiores votos, a rainha do baile desde ano e Stacy ! E o Rei do baile e Wesley, uma Salma de palmas ! Por favor subam no palco !"
As they're called up on stage, the cheers and applause wash over them like a wave. Stacy takes wesley maciel's hand in hers, grinning widely as they walk to the front of the room together. As they stand side by side, she leans into him slightly, their shoulders touching, and for a moment, it feels like they're truly a team.
The DJ announces the first challenge: a race around the coliseum track.
O dj falava "em homenagem ao casal do baile, faremos uma corrida em volta do coliseu" então eu seguro na mão de Stacy e sussurro no ouvido dela "Se eu perder, eu realizo um desejo seu ! Porém se eu ganhar você vai fazer o mesmo ?"
The sweaty girl's eyes widen in surprise as she hears his words, but she doesn't hesitate for long. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she leans closer to him, lowering her voice so only he can hear. "Deal," she whispers back, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping away from him slightly.
When the starting gun fires, they both take off at top speed around the track.
Porém dessa vez Stacy e surpreendida, veria ele acenando para ela, e de alguma forma ele estaria começando a correr mas rapido que ela
As they round the final corner, it's clear that wesley maciel has gained an insurmountable lead. Stacy tries to dig deep, pushing herself harder than she ever has before, but he's simply too fast for her today. With a sigh of defeat, she slows down, coming to a stop just shy of the finish line as wesley crosses it with a triumphant grin on his face.
The DJ claps him on the back congratulating him on his win before turning to Stacy. "
então Stacy ficava sem reação e pergunta como ele ganhou dela
"Well, well," the DJ says with a knowing smirk, "looks like you owe our winner a kiss. On the cheek... or on the lips?" He glances back and forth between them, clearly enjoying the tension in the air.
Stacy purses her lips thoughtfully before stepping forward, placing one hand on wesley's chest and looking up at him with determination in her eyes. "I choose... both."
"Stacy ?" Então sinto ela em mim, me beijando na frente de todos, com vários aplausos
The audience erupts into cheers as their lips meet in a passionate kiss that lasts much longer than either of them expected. When they finally pull apart, Stacy's cheeks are flushed and her eyes sparkle with emotion. "Congratulations," she whispers, giving him a soft smile before turning to head back to the dance floor.
As wesley maciel watches her walk away, he can feel his heart racing faster than it ever has on the track.
então antes que ela se afaste, eu seguro a mão dela "você se lembra que eu poderia ter um desejo de eu ganhasse ?"
The sweaty girl turns back to him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" she asks, curiosity clear in her voice. "And what kind of desire would that be?"
Her hand slides up his chest and over his shoulder, coming to rest on the nape of his neck. "Are you sure you're ready for it?" she whispers teasingly before pressing their lips together once more, this time with a newfound sense of intimacy.
"Meu desejo e bem complexo viu, muito difícil, tem certeza que você aguenta ?" Tentava provocar ela antes de falar o desejo
Their lips part for a moment and Stacy meets his gaze steadily. She doesn't seem fazed by his teasing, instead leaning in closer, her body pressed against his as she hovers just millimeters away from his lips. "I can handle it," she whispers back. "What is this desire of yours?"
Her eyes sparkle with mischief, daring him to say what's on his mind.
Então parava e segurava na cintura dela "meu desejo e" sussurrava no ouvido dela "quer namorar comigo ?"
A giggle escapes Stacy's lips as she leans back to look at him, her eyes bright with amusement. She holds a hand up to his cheek and gently caresses it before moving even closer, their bodies flush against each other. "Well," she says breathily, "I think I can manage that." And with one final kiss, sealing the deal between them, they disappear back into the crowd of dancing couples.
Então puxava ela para uma parte de trás do coliseu, aonde estávamos sozinhos e então eu provoco ela mordendo a ponta da orelha dela "você foi incrível, que eu perdi na corrida"
The sweaty girl laughs as she feels wesley maciel's teeth graze her earlobe. "You're such a flirt," she teases, pretending to push him away playfully before leaning back in. "But seriously, thank you. I had so much fun tonight."
Her hand finds its way to his chest again, tracing lazy circles over the fabric of his shirt. "And who knows... maybe we could practice together tomorrow and see if I can finally beat you next time?"
começo a sorrir "eu sou um flertando ? Você quase me deixou vermelho ao ponto de explodir quando tentei conversar com você !"
The sweaty girl grins up at him. "Oh, is that right?" she says with a wink. "Well then, I guess we should practice extra hard tomorrow, huh?" She leans in closer still, her breath warm against his neck as she whispers, "And maybe afterwards... we can find some other things to practice together."
Her hand slides lower on his chest, brushing against the fabric of his pants. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she waits for his reaction.
começo a chorar novamente e ficar tímido "você sabe que contra isso eu ainda não sei reagir né, isso e maldade !"
The sweaty girl laughs, her hand moving to cup his cheek. "Don't be shy," she says with a grin. "I like making you feel this way." She leans in and presses their lips together, softly at first before deepening the kiss. As their tongues dance together, wesley maciel feels a warmth spread through his body that has nothing to do with exertion on the track.
When they finally break apart, Stacy steps back, smiling down at him. "So...
Então fico olhando para ela por alguns minutos "eu acho que não dá mas para desfazer isso sabia ?" Ela ficava curiosa sobre o que ele estava falando
The sweaty girl's eyes narrow slightly as she considers his words. "And what do you mean by that?" She tilts her head to the side, curiosity getting the better of her.
As wesley maciel opens his mouth to reply, he realizes suddenly that he doesn't know how to put it into words. He tries to think of a way to explain without spilling too much of their secret plan, but in the end, all that comes out is a nervous laugh.
"It's just... you know..."
"Você sabe, não dá para reverter quando você começa a se sentir assim por alguém, sabe aquela sensação quente no estômago, aquele nervosismo que parece borboletas dentro de você, aquela sensação" diria isso encostando meu nariz no dela, e olhando nos olhos dela
The sweaty girl feels a tingle run down her spine as wesley maciel speaks. His words paint a vivid picture in her mind, and she can't help but smile softly at his description. She leans forward, resting her hands on his shoulders, and looks up into his eyes.
"So what you're saying," she says with a grin, "is that once you feel like this... it's hard to go back?"
He nods slowly, still uncertain of how much he should reveal.
provocava ela "o que quero dizer e que eu amo você Stacy" diria forçando o olhar em seus olhos quase ficando vermelho
The sweaty girl's heart skips a beat as he says those words. She feels herself blushing, her cheeks growing warm under his gaze. With a shy smile, she leans in and presses her lips to his, their kiss gentle at first before deepening. As they embrace each other, the coliseum fades away, leaving them alone in their own little world.
When they finally pull apart, wesley maciel looks down into Stacy's eyes, searching for any sign that he's said too much.