Personal training

Aletta arrived ready to sweat. Her trainer pushed her through each set, hands guiding her body, watching every bend and stretch. The heat shifted fast. She dropped to her knees, lips parting around his thick length, taking him deep until spit trailed down her chin. He pulled her up, bent her over the bench, and drove into her ass without mercy, gripping her hips as she moaned through every thrust. Mid-stroke, her boyfriend stepped through the door. The door slammed shut behind him, but the damage was already done.