Sweaty Showdown

Liam and Daniella stumbled into her apartment, still buzzing from the gym. Sweat clung to their skin after the brutal session—him at 350 pounds, her crushing 460 with that compact 5'5 frame. "You were huffing like a rookie out there," Daniella smirked, tossing her keys. "Bet I could outwrestle you too, tall guy."

"Whatever, Dani. Keep dreaming," Liam shot back, wiping his brow. "I'm 6'1. Physics isn't on your side."

"Physics? Cute. Let's see you back that up." She shoved the coffee table aside and lunged. They grappled across the living room floor, grunting and laughing, her sharp wit cutting through every hold. "Tap out yet, or are you scared a girl half your height will pin you?"

"In your dreams," he panted, but she twisted fast, locking him in a headscissor. Her powerful thighs clamped around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him dizzy. Liam's body betrayed him—he got rock hard instantly.

Daniella glanced down and smiled wickedly. "Well, well. Feeling a little hard there?" Her hand slid over his sweatpants, lightly stroking his cock through the fabric. "Do you give up?"

Liam blushed crimson, staying quiet as heat flooded him. She grinned, hooking her fingers into his waistband and slowly tugging the pants down. "Not bad. This cock's thicker than your lifts suggested—still nothing compared to what these muscles can handle."

Horny tension snapped. Daniella shoved him flat, her ass grinding against him as she peeled off her own clothes. "I'm dripping wet already," she said, voice husky while panting. "And you're going to feel every inch of it." She took his cock in her mouth for a quick, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he was throbbing. Then she straddled him, guiding him into her tight pussy. They moved hard and fast—she rode him with fierce control, her strong body dominating every thrust while they both sweated and panted. Liam came first with a groan, cum spilling deep as she clenched around him, chasing her own explosive finish.