Workout bane

Sunny pressed play on the workout mix. They moved together in the gym corner. Their bodies found the beat, red hair swinging, chests rising with each breath. Sunny caught Olimpia’s gaze and smiled. Then the misstep happened—Olimpia’s ankle rolled under her weight. She hissed, caught herself on the bench, pain flashing across her face. Sunny dropped to her knees at once, fingers gentle but sure. She worked the sock down, cradled the joint, and began to rub in slow, careful circles. Olimpia watched the hands travel higher, tension in her breath easing into something warmer. Sunny leaned closer. Her lips brushed the inside of the injured calf, then higher again, pausing at each new inch. Olimpia’s breathing changed, grew heavier. The heat from the workout still clung to both of them. Sunny’s tongue traced a soft line along the skin, tasting sweat and salt. Her free hand slid up Olimpia’s thigh, spreading the muscle with firm strokes. When she reached the hem of the shorts, she tugged them aside without hurry, just enough to expose more skin. Her mouth followed. The pain in Olimpia’s ankle dulled beneath the new focus. She reached down, caught Sunny’s hair in her fingers, guided her in closer. Sunny’s lips parted, tongue gliding over the already wet center. She licked in long, unhurried strokes, pausing only to suck at the swollen bud. Olimpia’s hips lifted, meeting the rhythm. Her free leg wrapped around Sunny’s shoulder, pulling her deeper. The scent of their bodies mixed—musk, sweat, faint vanilla from lotion rubbed in earlier. Sunny kept her tongue flat and steady, pressing, circling, sliding inside when Olimpia’s moans grew louder. She used two fingers next, sliding in slow and curling just right, finding the spot that made Olimpia’s thigh tremble. Her mouth stayed busy above, licking and sucking until the tension snapped and Olimpia came in a rush, thighs tightening around Sunny’s head. The release left her panting, ankle forgotten, body loose and warm against the bench. Sunny rose, licked her lips clean, and pressed a final kiss to the inside of Olimpia’s knee before reaching back down to massage the ankle once more, gentle now.