The sheer fabric clung to his abs, a faint shadow of muscle beneath, and flared at his hips, the garters brushing his thighs. Her hands landed on his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle through the stockings, and she stared at his pussy, close enough to smell him–warm, musky,Big Breasted Girl sharp. She squatted, her slim legs shaking, her tank soaked, her arousal simmering as she watched him mirror her–forty pounds, his thighs flexing, his workout just beginning.

Ken smiled, gentle and encouraging, and led the way downstairs, his bare feet quiet, the compression shorts riding tight as he moved. “Fuck this,” she growled, her hands on her hips, her bulge obvious now, her slim legs shaking.

He grinned, stepping close, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl.