My Tender Ass

Kendall Kayden sticks to routine. Same time, every morning, workout gear laid out the night before. She'd trusted only one trainer until he moved on, then no one measured up. Until Lexi Belle. The first session hit different. Lexi watched Kendall's every rep like she was mapping her body in real time. The trust settled in fast. Maybe too fast. When Kendall looked up mid-stretch and saw herself staring back from Lexi's eyes, something cracked open. A teenager doesn't often get to fuck a mirror image of herself and get away with it. Then one morning Kendall pulled something during sit-ups. Lexi was on her before the pain registered, hands firm on her arm, rubbing slow circles. The ache shifted. Deepened. Turned liquid between Kendall's thighs. By the time the last stitch of clothing hit the floor, Lexi's mouth was on her and Kendall was coming so hard she forgot whose hands belonged to whom.