Popular Post ScreamqueenNkiller Posted January 15 Popular Post Today was leg day, but this week held a special check-in with her trainer. Eight months into her fitness journey, her body had transformed, toned yet still curvaceous, with full breasts and a plump, rounded ass that turned heads more than ever. She harbored a secret crush on him, he was in his mid 40s, sculpted physique, dark hair framing piercing light-blue eyes. As the gym’s owner, he commanded the space, and tonight, they were the last ones left. She approached him, heart racing. He greeted her warmly as always, then brushed past with a low murmur “I’ll lock up. The place is ours.” The session started routinely with squats, deadlifts, hip thrusts until her legs quivered from exhaustion. “That’s enough,” he said, voice steady. She could barely stand, so he offered a massage, something he’d never suggested before. Intrigued by the spark in his eyes, she agreed, stretching out on a yoga mat. His hands worked her thighs with firm, expert pressure. “These shorts are in the way,” he said, tone husky. “Too much friction for what I need to do.” Blushing, she sensed the shift in the air …the raw intent…and stood, ***ling them off with a teasing wiggle. Sweat glistened, tracing a slow, slick trail down the cleft of her ass, still flushed from the workout’s fire. He sank to his knees behind her, breath hot against her skin. His tongue followed the salty path, deliberate and hungry, lapping up her exertion with a low growl of approval. She gasped, thighs trembling anew as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, the gym’s silence broken only by her soft moans and the wet slide of his mouth exploring deeper. He rose from his knees, the gym’s dim lights catching the sheen of sweat on his chiseled torso. With a slow, deliberate motion, he ***led off his muscle shirt, the fabric clinging briefly to his skin before he freed it. Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her bare back. He looped the damp shirt around her neck like a leash, twisting it just enough to draw her flush against him. The cotton bit softly into her skin, a thrilling restraint that made her pulse thunder. His free hand slid down her trembling thigh, fingers brushing the slick heat between her legs. “You’re spread wet,” he growled, voice rough with hunger, the words vibrating against her ear. She whimpered, hips instinctively rocking toward his touch as he teased her folds, spreading her arousal with a single, deliberate stroke. Without warning, he spun her to face the weight bench, bending her over its padded edge. The shirt tightened around her neck as he yanked her back, his cock,hard and throbbing,pressing against her entrance. He thrust in with one deep, claiming stroke, filling her completely. She cried out, the sound echoing off the gym’s mirrored walls, her hands gripping the bench as he fucked her with relentless rhythm, each snap of his hips driving her closer to the edge. The air filled with the slap of skin, her moans, his low grunts. Her legs shook, still weak from the workout, but he held her steady, the shirt a taut tether keeping her pinned to his control. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and pulsing, as he drove deeper, the bench creaking beneath them. She was unraveling, teetering on the brink, when he suddenly pulled out, leaving her gasping at the loss. Before she could protest, he dropped to his knees again, spreading her thighs wide. His mouth found her dripping core, tongue plunging into her with feral intensity. He lapped at her, devouring every drop of her arousal, her taste mingled with his own. Her hands fisted in his dark hair, hips bucking against his face as he sucked her clit, relentless, until she shattered, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, legs giving out entirely. He didn’t stop, licking her through the aftershocks until she was a trembling, boneless mess, sprawled across the bench, his shirt still loosely d***d around her neck like a badge of their reckless abandon.
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