Lena strode into the upscale gym with her usual confidence, her athletic frame drawing eyes, until they landed on Marcus—the giant muscle black man dominating the free weights like they were toys. "Spot me, or are those biceps just for show?" she challenged, her voice sharp and teasing.
Marcus racked the barbell and turned, towering over her with a smirk. "Only if you can keep up, lawyer lady. I hear you argue for a living—think you can negotiate with this?" Their eyes locked, tension crackling as she stepped closer, her hand brushing his arm. "Negotiate? I'd win that case hands down, but let's see if your cock gets hard before I even touch it."
The witty back-and-forth escalated in the empty locker room after hours, her strong hands pulling him in for a kiss that turned hungry. "You're making me dripping wet already," Lena panted, dropping to her knees for a blowjob that left him groaning. "Not bad, but I want that hard cock in my pussy now—don't hold back."
Marcus lifted her effortlessly against the wall, his massive frame pressing close as he thrust deep, her ass gripping him tight. They moved in rhythm, sweating and panting, her strong legs wrapped around him while she dictated the pace with witty taunts. "Faster, or I'll take over—you're not the only one who's horny."
He pounded harder, her wet pussy clenching as she came first, followed by him spilling cum inside her. They collapsed in a heap, bodies slick and satisfied, yet the air hummed with unfinished business.
"Round one's mine, but next time we go all night."
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