Femme Fit - Episode 2

She slides the shorts down her legs, steps out of them, and hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her thong. One quick tug and she’s naked from the waist down. The late afternoon light slides over her hips and the neat strip of dark hair above her pussy. She sits on the weight bench, legs spread, one hand already between her thighs. Her fingers move slow at first, parting the lips, stroking the wetness that’s already there. She watches herself in the mirror—watches the way her fingers dip inside, come out slick, then circle her clit with a steady, practiced touch. A soft sound leaves her throat when she presses two fingers in deep and curls them. She fucks herself with them, hips rocking, the muscles in her thighs tensing and releasing. Her free hand cups her breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it stiffens. She leans back on the bench, one leg up, and works herself faster. The wet sound of her cunt fills the quiet gym. Her breathing turns ragged. When she comes, it’s with a short, sharp cry, fingers buried deep, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around her own hand.