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.
With my adrenaline still coursing, I turned to Mizuki and whispered, "Mizuki-san, let's continue." My words were laced with a sense of urgency, my desire for her burning brighter than ever.
Without hesitation, I grasped her hips, pulling her close as I thrusted my waist forward. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, the intensity of our lovemaking a testament to the pent-up passion that had been building inside me throughout the run.
This was the true reason I had pushed myself to finish the race so quickly – to claim my reward.
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the air – Thud! Thump! Thud! – as Mizuki's cries of pleasure grew louder, her voice rising to a crescendo.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, her body trembling beneath mine.
As I reached my climax, I felt a rush of release, my seed spilling into Mizuki without restraint.
The sound of our lovemaking grew more frantic – Psssh. Psssh. Psssh – before finally subsiding into an contented silence.
In the aftermath, I held Mizuki close, savoring the warmth of our entwined bodies.
As I set her down on the floor, her legs trembled beneath her, struggling to support her weight. A trickle of white fluid ran down her thighs, a tangible reminder of our passion.
With a satisfied smile, I gazed into her eyes, my voice low and husky as I whispered, "I'm glad we won. Right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm glad," she stammered, trying to contain the excitement that threatened to spill over.
As I wrapped my arms around her, my hands instinctively gravitated towards her voluptuous breasts, cradling them in my palms.
I couldn't resist the urge to tease her nipples, and she let out a series of faint, throaty moans as we made our way back to the white team's area.
The sound sent shivers down my spine, and I knew that she had already reached the peak of pleasure at least twice while we were running.
The cheering competition, an event exclusively for women, was about to begin.
The ladies from the white team took to the center of the field, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of an energetic samba.
At first, the sight of them dancing naked to the lively music was more comical than arousing, their coordination slightly off as they spun and twirled to the beat.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle, a snicker escaping my lips as I watched the naked samba unfold.
However, as I continued to watch, I found myself becoming increasingly entranced by the scene before me.
It was only natural to react to the sight of women dancing naked, their bodies glistening with sweat as they moved in time with the music.
The problem was that it was also strangely amusing, the incongruity between the seriousness of the competition and the absurdity of the situation striking a chord within me.
After witnessing the red team's cheering performance, I was forced to concede defeat on behalf of the white team.
The ladies from the red team had taken a decidedly different approach, opting for a sultry pole dance that left the audience gasping in awe.
Their bodies seemed to defy gravity as they spun and twirled around the pole, their movements fluid and sensual.
It was clear that the red team had taken the competition to a whole new level, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for their skill and artistry.
The words tumbled out of my mouth in a reluctant admission, a concession to the reality that unfolded before me. "This is a loss. I admit it."
As I watched, transfixed, the dancers moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the sultry background music.