The clang of weights echoed through the gym as Sarah wiped sweat from her brow, her strong frame radiating confidence. Spotting John across the room, her gaze dropped to the unmistakable outline of his hard cock straining against his shorts. Instantly horny, she sauntered over with a sharp grin. 'Well, well,' she quipped, 'looks like you're lifting more than iron there. That hard cock of yours is giving the barbells a run for their money. Mind if a girl offers a hand—or something wetter?' John chuckled, eyes narrowing with interest. 'Bold move. Most just stare. What's your game?' Sarah leaned in, voice low and teasing. 'My game's simple: I don't beg, but I do deliver. Drop the weights and follow me if you want that cock handled right.' They slipped into the empty locker room, the air thick with tension. Sarah pushed him against the lockers, her dripping pussy already throbbing with need. 'On your knees? Please,' she said, winking as she lowered herself, grabbing his firm ass. 'This blowjob's on my terms—hold on tight.' She took his hard cock deep, tongue swirling as he groaned. 'Damn, you're good at this,' John panted, sweating. 'Your mouth's a weapon.' Sarah pulled back briefly, smirking. 'And your ass feels even better in my hands. Don't hold back.' Her wet pussy dripped onto the floor as she worked him faster, both panting heavily. 'Fuck, I'm so horny,' she murmured between strokes. He reached down, fingers teasing her dripping folds. 'Your pussy's soaked—witty and wild, just like you.' The intensity built; she stood, guiding him inside her with commanding grace. They moved together, sweating and panting, until they came hard, cum spilling everywhere in an explosive release that left them both breathless and grinning.
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