Personal trainer

She asked him to train her, and he agreed. A brush of fingers turned into a look that said exactly what she wanted. She dropped to her knees on the gym floor, opened his shorts, and took him straight into her mouth. Her lips slid wet and tight down his length, slow at first, then faster, the sound of her sucking loud and hungry in the quiet room. She kept her blonde hair pulled back so he could watch her cheeks hollow and her throat work. When she felt him swell against her tongue she pulled off, tipped her chin up, and took every pulse of his cum across her face—thick ropes landing on her lips, her cheek, a streak across one closed eye. She stayed kneeling, breathing hard, the proof of what she’d done cooling on her skin.