The rest of my session flew by…quick squats that made my ass burn and my arousal spike, treadmill sprints where each footfall Jared my swollen clit. By the time I was done, my body felt like a live wire, n*****s straining, p***y aching for more than just fantasy.
I wiped down the treadmill, my skin was still buzzing from the sprints, p***y lips slick and swollen under my shorts.
Alex waited by the water fountain, a towel slung over his shoulder, his top was dark with sweat patches that cling to his pecs. When he saw me, he nodded toward the back hallway, away from the main floor's bustle.
“This way,” he said, voice low, leading me past the lockers to a door marked ‘Staff Only.’ My heart was hammering as he swiped a keycard and the lock clicked open.
The trainer's lounge was dimmer th
