Through the half-open door of the home gym, you see it: yoga mat still damp, exercise ball rolling toward them. She’s bent over it like she’s about to do downward dog—except her ass is up, skirt hiked past hips. He grabs those jiggly thighs and buries himself deep in one brutal stroke. Her moans hit the tile floor first before she clamps down hard around him. Tits swinging free under that sports bra as he flips her onto her back mid-thrust. Legs wrapped tight around his waist while sweat drips onto his chest between sloppy kisses. When he pulls out just enough to tease that swollen slit? She begs—voice cracking—as if this wasn’t planned all along.
