Before The Gym

Draven glances down at his cock pushing against thin fabric. One glance at the mirror shows everything. No way he walks through those glass doors like this. Kat steps in first. She hooks her thumbs in his waistband and drops, lips already open. The wet heat of her mouth swallows him to the root. She works fast, cheeks hollowing, tongue flat against the underside. She makes those little hungry sounds, the ones that never fail to make his balls draw tight. Behind him Dillon’s belt clinks loose. A rough hand parts Draven’s ass, thumb slick with spit pressing against the tight ring. The push is blunt and sudden. One slow thrust and Dillon is buried to the hilt, hips flush. Draven gasps, hips jerking, cock sliding deeper into Kat’s throat. Dillon sets the rhythm—hard, measured drives that grind Draven’s cock against the back of Kat’s tongue. Kat gags, takes it, fingers working her own clit in frantic circles. Every slam forward from Dillon shoves Draven’s length into her mouth until her nose touches skin. She moans around him, the vibration crawling up his shaft. The tension breaks all at once. Dillon grunts, slams deep, and unloads, thick pulses flooding hot inside. Draven’s hips stutter, balls tightening as he shoots straight down Kat’s throat. Kat comes with them, thighs shaking, two fingers sunk inside herself, cunt clenching around nothing. She swallows everything, throat working in heavy gulps, spit and come sliding down her chin. Three bodies locked, every tremor shared, muscles twitching in the quiet aftermath.