Nikkita's New Trainer

Nikkita never pulls her punches. She’s been through trainers before and wants the best. Thomas shows up exactly like that. Sharp. Fit. Easy on the eyes. The air turns heavy the second he steps close. Hands brush, glances linger, and then they’re on each other, mouths locked, breath hot. The gym door clicks shut behind them. Mats cool under her back as he peels her clothes away. His fingers trace her small, natural breasts, pinching until she arches. She reaches down, strokes him hard, then guides him between her cheeks. He works her open slow, slick, deliberate. Every thrust pushes deeper. Her fingers circle her clit while he fucks her ass on the floor. Sweat beads on her skin. Late hour. Locked doors. Nothing held back.