Working Out Feels Good

Isis Taylor and Kiara Diane. Two hot blondes itching for a workout that hits dirtier than squats and lunges. Marcus London walks in just as they lock the door and feel the air crackle between them. Kiara grabs his wrist and pulls him in while Isis licks her lips and slides her hand straight down his shorts. She finds him already thick, already wanting. Marcus doesn’t argue. Not with those two beautiful faces looking up hungry and eager. Kiara peels her sports bra up and over, letting her tits spill out. Isis tugs her own yoga pants down and kicks them off, leaving nothing but a thin thong that’s already damp. They drop to their knees together, working Marcus out of his shorts. His cock springs free and Kiara wraps her fingers around it, licking the head slow while Isis pushes in and sucks one of his balls into her mouth. Marcus groans. The sound bounces off the mirrored walls. They trade off, mouths wet and open, tongues flashing over skin. Isis goes deep first, pushing her pretty lips down his length until her nose bumps his stomach, then comes up with a string of spit. Kiara takes over, gagging on purpose, letting the mess drip down to his balls. Marcus reaches down, threading fingers through blonde hair, guiding them where he needs it. He gets rougher, fucking Isis’s mouth while Kiara licks at his shaft, sloppy and hungry. When he can’t take it anymore, Marcus pulls them both up. He bends Kiara over a bench and yanks her thong aside, driving straight in. She gasps and pushes back, taking him to the base. Isis straddles Kiara’s back, facing Marcus so she can watch his face while he rails her friend. He keeps thrusting, eyes on Isis as he reaches around to rub Kiara’s clit until her legs shake. Then he switches. Isis slides her ass onto him, reverse cowgirl style, bouncing hard while Kiara rubs her own pussy and watches Isis’s juices coat every inch of Marcus’s cock. She leans forward and makes out with him over Isis’s shoulder, tongues and teeth, breathing each other in. Marcus grabs Isis’s hips and slams upward. Faster. Harder. Kiara drops down to tongue Isis’s clit from underneath. It pushes Isis over the edge. She cums loud, body jolting, and Marcus follows right after, pulling out to shoot thick ropes across Kiara’s open mouth and Isis’s glistening ass. Sweat drips onto the rubber floor. Heartbeats thump in the gym lights. Nobody’s thinking about cardio right now.