Seán froze when he spotted Clea striding into the gym, her curvy frame now even more irresistible than before—thick thighs, a round ass that begged attention, and C-cup breasts bouncing with each step. At seventy-five kilos she matched his weight but carried it with unapologetic power, and the way her eyes raked over his newly bulked shoulders told him the old rejection might be up for review.
"Well, if it isn’t the guy I turned down flat last year," Clea said, planting a hand on her hip. "You finally grew some muscle. Think that earns you a retry?"
Seán smirked, pulse quickening. "Only if you’re ready to admit you missed out on prime goods. What changed your mind?"
"Your shoulders did," she shot back, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. "I’m horny, you’re looking capable, and I want that doggy-style pounding I’ve been craving. My place, now."
Minutes later they were naked and sweating, Clea bent over the bed, ass high, pussy already wet and dripping. Seán gripped her hips, hard cock throbbing, but as he lined up she glanced back and laughed. "Four inches? I was expecting at least five to satisfy this ass. Still, show me what you’ve got."
Clea took control, strong arms pulling him forward; she gave him a quick, teasing blowjob that left him slick, then backed onto him. He thrust into her tight pussy with everything he had, both of them panting and sweating as the bed creaked. She rode back hard, muscles flexing, until she came with a sharp cry and he followed, pumping cum deep inside her.
She straightened, cum already dripping down her thigh, and tossed him a wicked grin. "Not bad for four inches—but next time we’re testing your stamina for real."
Little did Seán know, Clea’s appetite had only just begun to stir.
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