Workout mate

Two workout sessions are better than one, and a friendly hand can make all the difference. He steps in close and she feels the length of him press against her leg through his shorts. Blonde hair sticks to her neck. Her sports bra strains. She peels it up and off; her full breasts spring free. He watches. The redhead beside them leans in, lips parted. Fingers tug shorts aside, and his cock swings out, thick and ready. She wraps her hand around it first, giving a slow pump, then passes it to the blonde. Her mouth follows, tongue tracing the underside before she seals her lips around the head. He grabs her ponytail, guiding her deeper. Saliva runs down her chin. The redhead strips next, pale skin flushed, tits tipped with stiff pink nipples. She kneels opposite, licking the shaft while the blonde works the crown. Two sets of lips slide and meet around him. Spit glistens. The blonde arches back onto the bench. He mounts her in one thrust, hips snapping hard enough to make her tits bounce. The redhead climbs over her face, thighs spread, cunt slick and open. The blonde licks upward in long strokes. Moans echo off the mirrored walls. He pulls out, cock shiny, and aims at the blonde’s open mouth. The first rope lands on her tongue; the rest paints her cheeks and breasts in thick white stripes. She swallows what she can, then leans up to lap the mess from the redhead’s nipples while his fingers keep working between her legs until she shudders too.