Work out with Sasha!

Sasha finishes her last rep and the gym falls silent. Empty machines, dimmed lights, no one in sight. She peels off the damp training top, lets it drop to the floor, and reaches into her gym bag. The silicone cock is right there, exactly where she left it. She slides her shorts down, steps out of them, and settles on the weight bench. Legs spread wide, she runs the smooth tip between her folds, wetting it with her own slick. A slow push, and the toy sinks inside. Her breath catches, then steadies. She draws it out and drives it back in, hips rising to meet every thrust. The bench creaks under her rhythm. Sweat beads on her collarbone, rolls between her breasts. Her free hand finds her clit, circles it, and her moans echo off the empty walls. She works herself harder, faster, until her thighs start to shake. Blonde hair sticks to her flushed face. When she comes, it is sudden and sharp, back arching, toes curling against the rubber floor. The gym stays quiet. Only Sasha’s breathing fills the space.