Train That Ass

They step out of the ring slick with sweat. Ava’s heavy tits strain against her tank top. Kristof’s cock is already half-hard from the way she watches him. She peels the damp fabric away, lets her full breasts spill free, then turns, hooking her thumbs into her shorts and pushing them down. Her ass is small, tight, offered without words. He spits on his fingers, works one, then two, into her. She gasps, pushes back, wanting more. When he’s slick enough he lines up and sinks into her ass in a single slow thrust. Ava’s moan echoes off the empty gym. He fucks her with steady rhythm, her tits swinging, her hole gripping him. She reaches back, spreads herself wider so he can watch every inch disappear. He pulls out just long enough for her to drop to her knees and take him deep into her throat, tasting herself on him, then guides him back inside her ass until he empties himself with a low grunt and she trembles around him.