In Training

Ariel Demure and Sinn Sage hammered through the workout side by side, yoga mats soaked, sweat rolling off their skin. Their hearts slammed in their chests while their eyes kept sliding sideways, drinking in hips, tits, and the way those paper-thin tank tops stuck to every curve. Yoga tights left nothing hidden. The second it ended they tumbled onto the same bed. Their eyes locked. Fingers began to trace hot paths over wet flesh, lips drifting nearer, then closing the gap until the kiss slammed into them both like a dam breaking. Clothes ripped away. They ground together, slick and hungry, tasting salt and need. Ariel dragged her mouth down Sinn’s throat while Sinn’s hand slid between her legs, already stroking, teasing. They moved like they’d fucked a thousand times, like they knew exactly how to break each other. In and out, tongue against tongue, thighs spread, bodies rocking hard. Breasts pressed tight. Nipples stiff. Every shove and grind drove them closer to the edge. They fucked like training was just the warm-up for this. The only score they cared about was how fast they could make each other come.