Fit - Chapter 3

They walk out of the ring still dripping and head straight for the showers. She drops onto the bench first, legs spread, and his fingers go right under her shorts like he owns the place. Two, maybe three pumps and she’s already gasping. He stands, shoves his shorts down, and that fat cock bounces up. She doesn’t waste a second—leans in, tongue flicking the head before she sinks down and starts sucking like she’s been thirsty all day. Shorts hit the floor. He spins her, bends her over the bench, and works his fingers knuckle-deep in that wet pussy until she’s dripping down his wrist. Then he lines up and slides in from behind—hard, fast, no tease. She pushes back, grinds on him, takes every inch. A quick pivot and she’s in reverse cowgirl, hips rolling, ass bouncing, riding him like the prize is still on the line. She swings around into missionary, legs up on his shoulders so he can bottom out. They roll again, settle on their sides, spooned tight, his hand gripping her thigh. He fucks her through the last stretch and pulls out right as he shoots, hot ropes painting her stomach while they both catch their breath.