After an intense session at the commercial gym, Dilmi wiped the sweat from her brow and flashed a grin at her boyfriend Pramod. "You sure you want to squeeze in that last set, babe? The shower's calling my name," she teased, her 5'2 frame still buzzing with energy. Pramod chuckled, racking the weights. "Go ahead, Dilmi. I'll catch up—don't use all the hot water." She winked and headed to the private couple's bathroom, the steam already promising relief.
Dilmi stepped under the scalding spray, letting it cascade over her skin as she lathered up, feeling the day's tension melt away. The door creaked open unexpectedly, and in walked the towering trainer, fully naked, his 6ft muscular dark frame glistening. His massive cock hung heavy and veiny, already stirring. "Oops, thought this was empty," he said with a smirk. Dilmi didn't flinch; instead, she turned, eyes sparkling with interest. "Accident or invitation? Either way, you're not leaving now."
She stepped closer, her hand boldly wrapping around his hardening length. "Damn, trainer— this cock is a foot long and thick as hell. Bet it feels even better than it looks." He groaned, hands on her hips. "You're one to talk, all wet and dripping already. Horny much?" Dilmi laughed sharply, stroking him firmly. "Witty comeback. Now shut up and let me show you what this ass can do." She dropped to her knees for a quick, teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as he grew fully hard in her mouth.
Rising, she pushed him against the tiles and climbed aboard, guiding his thick veiny cock into her slick pussy with a gasp. "Fuck, you're stretching me just right," she panted, riding him hard while he gripped her ass. Their bodies slammed together under the water, sweating and slick, witty barbs flying between thrusts. "Not bad for a gym rat—think you can keep up?" she challenged. He thrust back deeper. "With a pussy this tight and wet? Try me."
They fucked relentlessly, Dilmi in control, flipping positions to grind her ass against him until they both came hard—he exploding deep inside her with a roar, her walls clenching as waves of pleasure hit. Panting, she slid off, cum dripping down her thighs, but the heat in her eyes promised more. "That was a hell of a warm-up."
As the trainer caught his breath, the bathroom door swung wider, revealing his three buddies stepping in with hungry grins. Dilmi stood tall, smirking despite the mess. "Well, boys, don't just stand there—unless you're scared of a little competition."
Little did she know, the real workout was only beginning.
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