Liam and Daniella stumbled into her apartment, still buzzing from the gym. Sweat clung to their skin, her 5'5 frame radiating confidence despite the height difference with his 6'1 build. "Four-sixty on the deadlift? You're showing off again," Liam teased, dropping his bag. Daniella smirked, wiping her brow. "And you tapped out at three-fifty. Face it, college buddy—I could outwrestle you any day." He laughed it off. "Whatever, Dani. Keep dreaming."
Her eyes sparkled with challenge. "Prove it. Right here." They circled on her living room rug, trading witty jabs. "You sure about this? I'd hate to bruise that ego," she quipped, lunging first. Liam countered, but her gym-honed strength surprised him—she twisted, locking him in a headscissor hold between her powerful thighs. "Give up yet?" she panted, grinning down at him.
His body betrayed him; he grew hard against her. Daniella noticed, her smile turning wicked as she lightly stroked him through his sweatpants. "Oh? Someone's horny. You give up?" Liam blushed, silent and straining. She didn't wait—slowly tugging down his waistband, she stared at his exposed cock. "Woah...nice shaft dude. You're gonna have to go easy on me if you plan to use it though...or maybe I should just call the shots." She winked, smirking as it twitched three times.
"Call them then," Liam managed, voice husky. Daniella didn't hesitate, her strong hands wrapping around his hard cock. "First, lose the pants. Second, watch me." She shed her own clothes with athletic grace, revealing her glistening pussy, already wet and dripping with anticipation. Straddling him, she guided his cock into her tight heat, riding with fierce control. "God, you're so hard—feels incredible," she moaned, witty as ever. "Bet you never thought your gym rival would have you like this."
Sweating and panting, they moved together. She leaned in for a teasing blowjob first, lips sliding down his shaft before mounting again. "My pussy's dripping for this," Daniella declared, grinding harder. Liam thrust up, but she dominated, her ass slapping against him. "Not so fast—I'm in charge." The tension built explosively; she came first, clenching around him with a sharp cry, then he followed, cum spilling as they collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. "Round two?" she whispered with a smirk.
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