Sweat ran down his back, his sports bra damp, and he dropped, landing light, his chest heaving. I’m… She obeyed, moving to the bench and lowering herself onto it, her stomach pressing into the padded surface, her ass slightly raised.

He stepped behind her, his hands running over her back–his back–feeling the lack of muscle he’d always lived with, now hers to endure. Her hands gripped his thighs hard, spreading them wider, and she leaned in,Sperm her lips brushing the satin before hitting his pussy.