Lesbian Workout Stories: Going Hard

Romi Rain pushed limits like she lived for the fight. Dillion Harper showed up pissed, raw, still burning from the breakup. Every punch she threw at the mitts came heavy with spit and venom. Romi stopped her cold. "What's his name again?" Dillion dropped her hands, voice shaking. "We broke up. He never made me feel shit." Romi closed in, sweat-slick hands sliding around the small of Dillion's back. She didn't waste time—wrapped the straps tight behind her, forced those wrists together. Dillion's breathing changed. "Trainers got other ways to fix you," Romi whispered, and her fingers slid straight down the front of her shorts. "You surrender, you get better." Dillion moaned, thighs twitching. She had never fucked a woman. Had never let anyone tie her up in the middle of the gym either. They hit the mat anyway. Romi ripped the shorts off, buried her mouth against that slick, bare cunt and told her to say it out loud—her ex didn't deserve any of this. Dillion came hard, cursing, legs shaking. Then they were grinding, Romi stripping down, scissoring slick against slick until both of them broke apart on the blue padding. Romi flipped her, straddled her face, rode her mouth while fingering her open and raw. When she finally forced another finger inside and sucked hard, Dillion squirted across the floor, gasping. "Same time next week," Romi said, licking her clean. Dillion, still twitching, could only nod.