Spotted By The Gym Stud

Mistress Taylor Vixxen drilled posture into her cuck while he flopped on the mat, arms shaking. When Fluffy folded, she spat the order for the girl-style push-up. They crossed to the lockers, her tongue flaying him alive for faking testosterone. Will appeared, eyes on the kneeling waste of space. “He bothering you?” Taylor held his gaze, flat and sharp. “Every fucking day.” Will hauled the heavy cock out, thick and ready. Her fingers wrapped without hesitation, green filth fogging her head instantly. While her limp husband's jaw dropped, she stroked it, wasting none of it on him.