Gym Bunny Gets Fucked

Kat Dior struts around the gym in those micro-shorts that barely hide anything. Marco’s watching her ass bounce and already knows he’s going to take her. He waits until the place empties, then grabs her, tapes her wrists behind a weight bench, and starts ripping her clothes off. He leaves the white knee-high socks on—makes the rest of her look even filthier. She’s gagged, blindfolded, and still slick from her workout when he drags her by the hair across the floor to the locker-room showers. He loops rough rope around her wrists and ankles, hog-ties her to the cold tile, and starts beating the attitude out of her. Flogging snaps across her ass. Clothes pins bite into her nipples. Zap after zap lights up her thighs and tits. She fights it, drool sliding down the ball gag, until the fight turns into shaking. Marco spreads her cheeks and sinks two fingers into her cunt. She’s soaked. He yanks the pins off, slaps her, chokes her until she comes hard and wet, squirting across the tile. He doesn’t let her rest. He pulls the ropes tighter, angles her ass up, and drives his cock straight into it. No warmup, just deep, mean strokes that slam her forehead against the wall. The gym echoes with wet skin, grunts, and Kat’s muffled screaming every time he buries himself to the balls. He fucks her until the ropes creak, until she’s sweating and shaking and coming again with his load leaking out of her wrecked ass.