After an intense session at the commercial gym, Dilmi wiped the sweat from her brow and grinned at her boyfriend Pramod. "That trainer of ours really pushes us hard, doesn't he? But I think we've earned this private shower." Pramod chuckled, flexing his arms. "Go ahead, babe. I'll finish one more set and join you. Don't start without me." Dilmi, all 5'2 of confident fire, sauntered off to the couples' bathroom, her body still buzzing from the workout.
The hot water cascaded over Dilmi's skin as she lathered up, feeling the heat build in more ways than one. Suddenly the door swung open, and in walked their towering 6ft trainer, fully naked, his massive dark cock already half-hard and veiny. "Whoa, sorry—thought this was empty," he said with a smirk, not bothering to cover up. Dilmi didn't flinch; instead, she turned, eyes sparkling with interest. "Accident or not, you're here now. Impressive package you've got there."
The trainer's gaze raked over her. "And you're not exactly shy about it. Most girls would scream." Dilmi stepped closer under the steaming spray, her voice sharp and teasing. "Screaming's for later. Right now, I'm horny, and that cock looks like it needs some attention. Mind if I take charge?" She reached out, wrapping her hand around his thick length, stroking it to full hardness as water dripped down her arm. He groaned, but matched her wit. "Feisty. I like that. Your boyfriend's a lucky guy—but right now, you're all mine."
Dilmi dropped to her knees briefly, giving his veiny cock a quick, sensual blowjob, her tongue swirling while she looked up with a wicked smile. "Mmm, tastes as good as it looks." Rising, she pressed against him, guiding his hard shaft between her thighs. He lifted her effortlessly against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her dripping wet pussy. "Fuck, yes—deeper," she panted, her ass slapping against the tiles with each powerful stroke. They moved in rhythm, sweating under the hot water, her moans mixing with his grunts.
"Your pussy's so tight and wet," he growled, pounding harder. Dilmi bit his shoulder playfully, riding him with equal force. "And your cock's splitting me open just right. Don't hold back." She came first, her body shuddering as pleasure ripped through her, pussy clenching around him. Moments later he followed, pulling out to spill thick cum across her ass and lower back, both of them panting in the afterglow.
They lingered under the spray, bodies slick and satisfied, trading lazy kisses. Dilmi smirked, already plotting. "That was a hell of a cooldown. But something tells me the real fun's just getting started."
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