Mean Gym - Hyley Winters

Glenn hits the Mean Gym, sweat already sticking to him. Hyley Winters finds him. She smells of every inch she’s covered that day—panties soaked through, socks damp in her shoes, shorts clinging to her skin. She knows what he wants. She knows he’ll trade anything for it. She peels each layer off slow, feeds him the scent first, then the weight of her. Her thick blond curves press down hard, ass swallowing his face while her feet pin his chest. He licks where her socks just were, sucks what her shoes kept warm. She grinds, rides his tongue, uses every drip of that built-up heat. Sixty-nine, bodies locked, her mouth working him while her ass smothers and her feet shove closer. She doesn’t ask. She takes. He doesn’t hesitate. He swallows it all.