Melanie pushed open the gym doors at Bunhead Institute, her leggings snug over her long-sleeve leotard and pantyhose, ready for an evening workout. Instead, she froze at the sight of her teammate Sloane dangling from the upper uneven parallel bar, wrists bound, a gag in her mouth, and a crooked sign reading "PANTYHO" across her chest. The spandex of Sloane's leotard stretched taut from the suspension, highlighting every curve.
"Sloane, what the hell?" Melanie rushed forward, untying the ropes with quick, strong hands. Once free, Sloane pulled out the gag and rubbed her wrists, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Honestly? It kind of turned me on. Arms stretched like that pulled the material right against my clit—tight, relentless. Better than any blowjob I've faked."
Melanie arched an eyebrow, her own body heating up at the confession. "You're kidding. Seeing you helpless like that got me horny too. My pussy's already wet just thinking about it." She stripped off her leggings, revealing the full leotard and pantyhose underneath, then jumped to grip the bar herself. The fabric yanked upward, pressing hard and deliciously against her.
Sloane watched, eyes gleaming. "Look at you, all stretched and dripping. My ass is tingling just watching." They dropped to the mat together, strong bodies pressing close. "No one's submitting here," Melanie quipped, grinding her hips forward. Their leotards slid together, pantyhose whispering as they dry-humped, building friction that made them both pant.
Sweating and panting, Sloane grabbed Melanie's ass, pulling her tighter. "Feel that? My pussy's soaked through these layers." Melanie moaned, rocking harder, their clits grinding in rhythm. "Harder—god, it's like your cock is right there, teasing me." The words slipped out in the heat, making them laugh even as the pleasure mounted.
They moved faster, bodies slick, until Melanie came first with a sharp cry, followed by Sloane shuddering against her, cum soaking their outfits in shared release. They collapsed, breathing heavy, the gym air thick with satisfaction.
"That was just the warm-up," Sloane whispered, tracing a finger along Melanie's thigh.
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