Femme Fit - Episode 4

She pushed him down onto the mat. Her thighs locked around his hips, strong from years of lifting. She moved slow, rolling her pelvis in tight circles while he gripped her waist and felt every shift of muscle beneath her skin. Sweat made her grip slippery. She leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and whispered something he couldn't catch over the blood rushing in his ears. Her breath hit his neck hot and fast. He thrust up to meet her and she took it, riding harder, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she chased the feeling that built low in her belly. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet studio. She came with a sharp cry, clenching around him, and he followed seconds later, spilling inside her while her body kept moving, milking every last pulse.