She didn’t even wait for the weights to cool down. Bent over that gym bench, ass up in those faded leggings, while he lines himself up behind her—cock thick and ready. First it was doggy style, hips snapping against him like she knew exactly how hard to take it. Then she flipped onto her back mid-sentence—‘Oh yeah,’ she panted—and locked those thighs around his waist so tight you could hear them creak. No finesse here; just raw experience and a body that remembers every angle. When he finally pulled out to let her breathe (or pretend to), she dropped right back down on all fours again but this time with one hand gripping the seat of those shorts pushed halfway down.