Liam and Daniella burst into her apartment, still buzzing from the gym. Sweat clung to their skin, her 5'5 frame radiating power despite his 6'1 height. "350 pounds on the deadlift? Cute effort, Liam," she said with a sharp grin, tossing her gym bag. "I hit 460. Maybe you should take notes from the stronger half of this friendship."
"Whatever, Dani. Bragging rights don't change the fact we're just friends," he shot back, wiping his brow.
She stepped closer, eyes sparkling with challenge. "Friends who know I could outwrestle you any day. Scared?"
"Bring it," he muttered. They locked up on the living room rug, bodies sliding in sweat-slicked grips. Daniella moved like a coiled spring, flipping him with surprising force. Before he could recover, her thighs clamped around his head in a headscissor hold—firm, unyielding, her muscles flexing with control.
"Tap or talk, big guy?" she teased, voice low and witty. "Or are you enjoying the view from down there?"
Liam's breath hitched as blood rushed south; his cock grew hard against his sweatpants. She noticed instantly, a sly smile curving her lips. Releasing just enough pressure, she reached down and stroked him lightly through the fabric. "Oh, look at that—getting all horny from a little squeeze? Do you give up, or should I keep going?"
He blushed, staying quiet, heart pounding. Daniella's strong hands didn't hesitate. She hooked his waistband and slowly tugged his sweatpants down, revealing him. "Not bad, Liam. Your cock's decently thick and rock-hard, but for a guy who can't match my lifts, it's a bit... average. Still, it might have potential if you know how to use it."
Her words ignited the air. She straddled him, strong thighs pinning his hips as they crashed into a heated kiss. Panting, she shed her own clothes, her body glistening. "I'm so wet for this," she murmured, guiding his hand to her dripping pussy. He explored, fingers sliding in as she moaned, horny and commanding. Daniella took charge, lowering onto his cock with a gasp, riding him hard—ass grinding, sweat flying. "Fuck, yes—deeper," she demanded, witty barbs mixing with pleasure. "Bet you never thought your gym buddy would make you come like this."
The pace exploded: her pussy clenching, him thrusting up as she controlled every move. Panting and sweating, she leaned in, whispering taunts until they both shattered—him coming hard inside her, her following with a triumphant cry. The room echoed with their ragged breaths, the start of something far steamier than friendship.
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