Lila wiped her brow in the dim gym locker room, her tank top clinging to every curve after an intense late-night workout. Marcus leaned against the lockers, equally drenched, his eyes tracing the sweat trails down her strong arms. "You pushed me hard out there," he said with a smirk. "Trying to prove something?" Lila grinned, stepping closer, her voice sharp and teasing. "Only that you can't handle a real woman without breaking a sweat yourself. What's the matter, Marcus—afraid I'll leave you panting?" Their banter crackled as she pressed against him, feeling his cock already hard through his shorts. "Horny much?" she quipped, unzipping him with confident fingers. "Let's see if that mouth is good for more than witty comebacks."
She dropped to her knees, taking his cock in a slow, commanding blowjob, her tongue swirling as sweat dripped from her chin onto his thighs. Marcus groaned, hands in her hair but not controlling—she set the pace, strong and unyielding. "God, your pussy must be dripping wet already," he panted, but Lila pulled back with a wicked laugh. "Jealous? Get on the bench and find out." She straddled him, guiding his hard length into her slick pussy, riding him with powerful thrusts that made her ass bounce. Their bodies slicked together, sweating and grinding as tension peaked.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Marcus gasped, gripping her hips as she moved faster. Lila leaned in, biting his lip. "And you're about to come all over my ass if you don't keep up." The climax hit hard—she came first with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around him, then he followed, cum spilling hot between them as they panted in the humid air. Lila stood, wiping sweat from her chest with a satisfied smirk. "Round one was fun. But next time, bring more than just that cock."
The door creaked open down the hall, hinting at interruptions—or opportunities—that would test their limits in the chapters ahead.
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