Emma spontaneously decided to resume her work out regimen, while working out that afternoon she wiped the sweat from her brow, her ponytail swinging as she dropped into another set of squats in the living room. The house was hers alone for the afternoon—Justin had mumbled something about running errands for a friend, leaving her to burn off the restless energy that had plagued her since that marathon fantasy session two nights ago.
Working out was a regular but today, the workout felt like a desperate bid to exorcise Jefferson from her mind. She wore her favorite gym gear: a tight black sports bra that cupped her full C-cup breasts, leaving her toned midriff bare, and matching leggings that clung to her hips and ass like a second skin, the fabric thin enough to hint at the curve of her p
