Knees hit the floor. Her fingers grip muscular thighs, mouth engulfing the full length of rigid BBC, cheeks hollowing with suction, spit trailing down chin onto green jersey top. Lockers loom behind, green and purple steel cold against bare skin. He pulls her up, lays her on wooden bench — legs splayed over edge, ankles in sneakers dangling as he thrusts deep into slick pussy, her tits bouncing with each impact, fabric of shorts shoved aside. Sweat beads on his ripped torso, her hands clawing his back. Flips to purple gym mat next. Ass up, face down, cheeks spread by firm hands — cock plunging nonstoply, skin-on-skin smacks echoing off tiled walls, her moans muffled into foam padding.
