Front Street Cheaters - Scene 1

Osa's husband's a real piece of work, chewing her out just because his shirts got left at the dry cleaner. Tyler's right there when the call drops. He doesn't waste time talking her down from the ledge. Instead he bends her over the weight bench and fucks the frustration right out of her. Sweat, heat, skin slapping against skin, every thrust knocking another word of that asshole's name from her head. Osa grips the padding, bites her lip to keep the moans from echoing through the gym, but it's no use. Tyler grins, cocky, grinding in deeper each time. She keeps coming back for more because they both know this is the only workout that ever makes her feel better.