After an intense session at the commercial gym, Dilmi wiped the sweat from her brow and grinned at Pramod. "Babe, that last set nearly killed me. I'm hitting the shower before I melt." Pramod chuckled, loading another plate. "Go ahead, love. I'll finish this and join you in our private stall. Don't start without me." Dilmi winked, her strong frame swaying confidently as she headed to the couples' bathroom.
The hot water cascaded over her petite 5'2 body, steam filling the air as she lathered up, feeling the post-workout heat linger between her thighs. Suddenly the door swung open and in walked their towering trainer, fully naked, his dark skin glistening and that massive 12-inch veiny cock already half-hard. "Oops, thought this was empty," he said with a smirk. Dilmi didn't flinch, her eyes locking on his length. "Well, it's not. And from the look of that cock, you're not sorry at all."
She stepped closer under the spray, strong hands reaching out boldly to stroke his thick shaft. "Mmm, this is what I've been eyeing during squats. Hard already for me?" The trainer groaned, hands sliding to her ass. "Can't help it when you're dripping like that. Horny little thing, aren't you?" Dilmi laughed sharply, pumping him faster. "Talk less, fuck more. My pussy's wet and waiting." She dropped to her knees for a quick, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling his veiny cock before standing and guiding him inside her.
They fucked hard against the tiles, Dilmi panting and directing every thrust with witty commands. "Deeper, trainer—yes, pound that pussy like you mean it." His massive cock stretched her deliciously as water mixed with her dripping arousal, both sweating and moaning. She came first, clenching around him with a sharp cry, but he kept going until he pulled out and painted her ass with thick ropes of cum.
Just then Pramod entered, eyes widening but cock twitching at the sight. "Starting the party without me?" Dilmi turned, strong and unapologetic. "Join in or watch, babe—your choice." The two men lifted her effortlessly, sandwiching Dilmi between them for a double penetration that had her gasping in pleasure, their cocks filling her pussy and ass completely.
They moved to the locker room bench, spitroasting her with Pramod in front and the trainer from behind, her moans echoing as cum dripped down her thighs. Dilmi's witty barbs only fueled them more, her body owning every sensation. "This is just the warm-up, boys," she teased between panting breaths, hinting at far steamier sessions ahead.
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