Whip Me Into Shape!

Kendra runs her own company. Knows the angles. Still ends up flat on her back with Kayley between her legs and a smirk on her face. Kayley gets mean when she trains her. She stands close. Counts the seconds on each rep like she owns time. Breasts bounce heavy under thin cotton. Then the moment rests, Kayley shoves harder, grabs a hip, says she can give more. The mood shifts once the mirror fogs. No speeches, just one sudden tear down each inseam. Leggings split wide. Wet fabric clinging to skin. Their bodies press together, sticky from work. Kayley slips the strap-on into place. First thrust knocks a short breath out of Kendra. On her stomach. On her knees. On the bench. Every angle makes new muscle light up. Sweat rolls down the valley between her breasts. The harness clicks with each slam and neither woman says a word. Just ragged breathing, the squeak of vinyl under them, and the low sounds that always come out when someone finally stops pretending they don’t want it.