“Looks sharp,” she grunted, voice rough, stepping closer. Third set, three, her frame shaking, her arousal unbearable.

Ken took twenty-pounders, lunging deep–ten per leg, first set, his quads flexing, his abs tight, his pussy wet. Her chest was bare, flat and unremarkable, ribs faintly visible as she breathed, and she rubbed a hand over her face,cosplayer her fingers rough against her soft jaw. “Long day, you know? We’ve earned some rest.” He hung the towel neatly on the rack, his biceps flexing lightly, and turned to her with a nod.