Too much workout?

She squats, feels it happen. Warmth, sudden and unstoppable, leaks through her workout shorts and pools between her thighs. Adriana Russo laughs, low and throaty, because that quick spray wasn’t part of any routine. She peels the damp fabric aside, checks herself, then keeps going, fingers sliding through the slick mess. Her blonde hair sticks to her neck as she strokes harder, legs wide on the mat, chasing a second kind of release. She slips two fingers inside, slow at first, then faster, hips rocking in a rhythm only she knows. The second time she comes, her whole body tightens and another jet spurts, soaking her hand. She doesn’t stop. She stays greedy, stretching herself open, one set of fingers working her cunt while her thumb circles her clit. Sweat runs down her back. Urine trickles down her thighs. Every tight squeeze makes her moan, and she drags it out, letting each wave crest and break until she’s shaking on the floor, too spent to move. The pictures catch the shine on her skin, the flushed pink of her cunt, the mess she made when her body simply refused to wait.