Then he stepped behind me as I gripped the bar again, his presence felt like a wall of heat at my back.
“Hinge from the hips,” he murmured, close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. One hand hovered near my waist, while the other gesturing to my stance. “Wider base and squeeze those cheeks on the way up…feel that burn?”
I lifted, the weight pulling it and his palm brushed my hips, steadying me. The touch, was electric, making my skin flush hotter than the lift itself. At the top, I locked out, my ass was tight, and he lingered a second too long before stepping back.
“Perfect. You’re a natural. Keep that up and you'll be turning every head in here.”
My pulse was racing, I could felt my p***y dampening my shorts as I dropped the bar. Then I turned to face him, ponytail st
