Liam and Daniella stumbled into her apartment, still buzzing from the gym. Sweat clung to their skin after pushing limits. "350 pounds? Not bad for a tall guy," Daniella teased, her 5'5 frame radiating confidence despite being a foot shorter. "But I hit 460. Face it, I've got the edge." Liam laughed, toweling off his 6'1 build. "Whatever. Size isn't everything." She grinned wickedly. "Prove it. I bet I could outwrestle you right here." "You? Please," he shot back. "I'd have you pinned in seconds." "Challenge accepted," she said, dropping into a stance. They grappled on the living room mat, bodies twisting. Daniella moved like a storm—strong, agile, unyielding. In a flash, she locked him in a headscissor hold, her powerful thighs clamping around his neck. "Give up yet?" she purred. Liam squirmed, but then he felt it: his cock getting hard against her leg. She noticed immediately, smiling as she lightly stroked him through his sweatpants. "Oh, someone's enjoying this. Does that mean you give up?" He blushed, staying quiet, breath catching. Slowly, she pulled down his sweatpants, revealing him. "Cute cock, though a bit average for all that gym bravado," she quipped backhandedly. The air thickened with heat. Daniella's eyes darkened with hunger. She was horny now, her pussy already wet and dripping as she shed her own clothes. "My turn to take charge," she declared, pushing him back. She straddled him, guiding his hard cock into her slick pussy. They moved together, her riding him with fierce rhythm, ass grinding down. "Fuck, that feels good," he groaned. She leaned in, giving him a quick blowjob tease before mounting again, panting as sweat beaded on her skin. "Harder," she demanded, not submissive in the least. Their bodies slammed, horny and urgent, until they both came hard, cum mixing with dripping sweat. Panting, she smirked. "Told you I'd win."
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