Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation
I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie.
I wanted to see her.
Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight.
Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it.
Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.