The Very Personal Trainer

Gala hates the way her ass sits. She books a trainer who starts her session with a few squats. He watches that heavy curve shift with each rep, then grips it with both hands to check its give. The shape is perfect already, he tells her. When she still doubts him he drops his shorts and bends her over the bench. One thrust and she’s full. He slams in again and her cheeks clap, springing back like rubber. Each stroke knocks another slap from that fat ass until it bounces in rhythm with his hips. He pulls out at the last second and paints her lips with thick ropes that streak her chin.