Mean Personal Trainer - Nicole Kitt

Nicole Kitt runs her gym like a tyrant. Glenn is on the floor, lungs burning, and she is already chewing him up. "You call that a push-up?" she spits, grinding the ball of her foot between his shoulder blades until his arms shake. He strains through another rep while her toes flex against his skin, smelling of sweat and skin lotion. She peels off her sneakers, rolls each sock down slowly, then plants a bare sole right on his tongue. "Lick," she orders. He obeys, tasting salt and rubber and the faint tang of leather from her sneakers. She laughs, low and mean, before turning, dropping her ass onto his face. His nose is buried between her cheeks, breath cut off, her weight pressing him flat to the mat. When she lifts up he gasps, cock stiff and leaking, already betraying how low she has brought him. She calls him useless, tells him his only purpose is to worship the sweat off her body. He licks the arch of her foot, sucks each toe, begs without words. She rides his mouth, smothering him again, riding the pleasure of breaking what little pride he has left. The longer he stays beneath her, the smaller he feels, until nothing remains but the hunger to keep her satisfied.