Amari Anne gets right to business when she books Isiah Maxwell as her private trainer. Sweat beads on her dark skin during their first set. His hands grip her waist to correct her form, and the touch lingers longer than it should. She bends over the bench and feels him press against her. Neither of them bother pretending. He yanks her leggings down, buries his face between her cheeks, and eats her from behind until she pushes back on his tongue. She spins around, drops to her knees, and takes his thick cock all the way down her throat while staring him dead in the eye. He lifts her onto the weight bench, spreads her legs, and drives into her hard, the slap of skin echoing off the mirrors. They fuck without rhythm at first, just raw need, her nails digging into his back. He flips her over, mounts her from behind, and fucks her deeper until she’s dripping down her thighs. When he finally pulls out and paints her ass with cum, she smiles like she just won the workout.
Amari Anne gets right to business when she books Isiah Maxwell as her private trainer. Sweat beads on her dark skin during their first set. His hands grip her waist to correct her form, and the touch lingers longer than it should. She bends over the bench and feels him press against her. Neither of them bother pretending. He yanks her leggings down, buries his face between her cheeks, and eats her from behind until she pushes back on his tongue. She spins around, drops to her knees, and takes his thick cock all the way down her throat while staring him dead in the eye. He lifts her onto the weight bench, spreads her legs, and drives into her hard, the slap of skin echoing off the mirrors. They fuck without rhythm at first, just raw need, her nails digging into his back. He flips her over, mounts her from behind, and fucks her deeper until she’s dripping down her thighs. When he finally pulls out and paints her ass with cum, she smiles like she just won the workout.
