I fought to keep my hips still. Sweat beaded on his chest,cute dripping down his abs, and he racked the bar, sitting up with a grin. He flexed his abs next, the six-pack tightening under the teddy, each ridge standing out–hard, sculpted, a wall of muscle. First set, fifteen squats, his thighs flexing hard, his abs tight, his pussy slick under the shorts.