Steamy Triple Threat

After their grueling session at the commercial gym, Dilmi wiped sweat from her brow and shot Pramod a playful smirk. "Babe, if you don't hurry up with that last set, I'm claiming the shower all to myself—and you know how steamy I like it." Pramod grinned, racking the weights. "Go ahead, short stuff. I'll be right behind you. Don't use all the hot water."

Dilmi sauntered into the private couple's bathroom, the hot spray already cascading over her curves as she stripped down. The door clicked open unexpectedly, and there stood the trainer—six feet of dark, muscular perfection, his massive foot-long cock already half-hard and veiny, swinging free. "Well, well," Dilmi said, hands on her hips, voice dripping with wit. "Forgot how to knock, or were you hoping to catch me like this? That thing looks like it could bench-press me."

The trainer's eyes raked over her, interest flashing. "Caught me off guard too, but damn if you're not worth the view. You interested, or should I back out?" Dilmi stepped closer under the steaming water, strong and unyielding. "Interested? Honey, I'm horny as hell. Let's see if that cock lives up to the hype." She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, stroking it to full hardness while water dripped down her ass.

Panting, she pressed against him, guiding his massive cock to her wet pussy. "Fuck me already—hard," she demanded with a sharp laugh. He thrust in deep, filling her completely as they fucked under the spray, her moans mixing with his grunts. "God, your pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go," he growled. "Keep talking dirty and I'll cum right here." Dilmi rode him back, strong thighs flexing. "Not yet, big guy—make me drip first."

Just as they hit a rhythm, Pramod walked in, eyes widening but a smile curving his lips. "Looks like the party's started without me. Room for one more?" Dilmi glanced over, smirking. "Always, babe. Get in here and show him how we do doubles." The two men lifted her effortlessly, sandwiching Dilmi between them as Pramod slid into her ass and the trainer stayed buried in her pussy, double penetrating her with powerful strokes.

Sweating and panting, they pounded her until she came hard, her body shuddering between them. They eased her down for a quick spitroast tease—trainer's cock in her mouth for a sloppy blowjob while Pramod took her from behind—before pulling back with wicked grins. Cum dripped down her thighs as they caught their breath. "Round one's over, boys," Dilmi teased, already plotting more. "But the night's still young, and I've got plans for that locker room next."