Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
Hands everywhere rough palms oiling her skin from bottles snatched from showers, slick coconut-scented sheen making her glisten like a fucktoy.
Brock, the blond linebacker-type, chained her wrists to the upper locker vents with carabiners from their gym bags, cold metal biting her skin as her arms stretched overhead. Her back arched forced against the lockers, spine curving painfully, ass jutting out, legs spread wide by ankle cuffs hooked to lower bars. Immobile, exposed pussy lips parting slickly, clit peeking swollen from the adrenaline rush.
"First lift: throat barbell," Jax announced, crew laughing darkly as they stripped. His cock sprang free first thick nine-incher, veined and curved,
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