Liam and Daniella stumbled into her apartment, still buzzing from the gym. Sweat clung to their skin, the air thick with the scent of effort and something sharper. At 6'1, Liam towered over her 5'5 frame, but Daniella's busty curves and quiet power had always kept him off-balance since their college days.
"What did you think of my lift?" she asked, tossing her gym bag aside with a smirk. "Three-oh-five on the bench. You tapped out at two-thirty-five. Impressive, or just cute?"
Liam chuckled, wiping his brow. "Cute? I was going for steady progress, not showing off."
Daniella stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "Steady's boring. I say I could outwrestle you right now."
"Whatever," he replied, rolling his eyes. "You're half my size."
"Half? Try all woman." She lunged playfully, and soon they were grappling on the living room floor, limbs tangling. Her strength surprised him—years of lifts paying off. In seconds, she locked him in a headscissor hold, her powerful thighs clamping around his neck. He squirmed, but she held firm, grinning down at him.
"Give up yet?" she teased, voice low and wicked.
Liam's body betrayed him; his cock hardened instantly against his sweatpants, throbbing and obvious. Daniella's smile widened. She reached down, lightly stroking him through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness pulse under her fingers. "Looks like someone's enjoying this. Horny already?"
He blushed, silent, panting as sweat dripped from his brow.
"No witty comeback?" she continued, her grip unyielding. "My pussy's getting wet just watching you squirm. Think you can handle more?" Her fingers traced the outline of his cock, slow and deliberate. She began tugging his sweatpants down inch by inch, revealing the tip, already dripping. "Let's see what you're packing, big guy."
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