Liam wiped the sweat from his brow as they stumbled into Daniella's apartment, the post-gym buzz still humming in their veins. '350 pounds clean,' he boasted with a grin, tossing his keys on the counter. 'Not bad for a guy who skipped leg day last week.'
Daniella, all 5'5 of busty confidence in her tight tank top and shorts, smirked and flexed her arms. 'Cute. I hit 460. Face it, Liam—I've always been the stronger one since college. Remember when you couldn't even spot me properly?'
'Whatever,' he shot back, rolling his eyes. 'Deadlifts don't mean you could take me in a real fight.'
She stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with challenge. 'Oh, please. I could outwrestle you any day. You're all height, no technique. 6'1 of pure denial.'
'Yeah, right,' Liam laughed, but the air thickened as she shoved the coffee table aside. 'Prove it then.'
They circled each other on the living room rug, playful shoves turning into grabs. Daniella was quick, using her leverage to trip him. He landed with a grunt, but she pounced, wrapping her powerful thighs around his head in a scissor hold. 'Tap out yet?' she teased, squeezing just enough to make him squirm.
Liam's face flushed as her grip tightened, but something else stirred—his cock hardened against the fabric of his sweatpants. Daniella noticed immediately, her smile turning wicked. 'Well, well. Someone's enjoying this a little too much.' She reached down, lightly stroking his hard length through the material. 'Is that a yes to giving up, or are you just horny now?'
He blushed deeper, staying quiet, his breathing turning to panting. 'Fuck,' he muttered.
'Not yet,' she purred, her free hand tugging slowly at his waistband. 'But you're dripping already, aren't you? Let's see that cock.' As the sweatpants slid down, exposing him, Daniella's eyes gleamed. She was sweating too, her pussy wet and aching under her shorts, but she stayed in control. 'Look at you, all hard and ready. I bet you'd love a blowjob right now, but first... admit I win.'
Liam groaned, his ass shifting as she continued the tease, her strokes firmer now. The room filled with their panting, the tension exploding into raw hunger as she leaned in, lips hovering.
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