Kayla Kayden

Kayla hired this trainer thinking she'd get squats and cardio. What she got instead is a walking wet dream. He shows up built like a tank, dark skin shining, muscles carved sharp enough to cut glass, and that cock pressing thick against his shorts like it already knows the plan. She doesn't even try to play coy. Hands straight for the prize. Grabs him through the fabric and gives a slow squeeze. Rock hard. Heavy. Fuck yes. She peels the shorts down and that monster springs free, veined and throbbing, bigger than anything she's taken before. Kayla drops right there on the mat, tits spilling out of her tiny top, and wraps her lips around the head. Gagging, spitting, taking inch after inch down her throat while her mascara runs. He lets her slobber all over it, face fucking her until strings of drool drip off her chin onto those fat tits. Next thing she's bent over a weight bench getting railed so hard the whole rack shakes. Jax slams into her pussy with long, mean strokes, each one knocking another slutty moan out of her. She creams all over his cock, shaking, begging for the one thing she hasn't had in years. Ass next. He spits on her hole, lines up, and drives in balls-deep. Kayla's eyes roll back as he pounds her stretched rim open, stretching that tight little hole wide with every brutal thrust. She cums screaming, clenching around him. When he's ready he yanks out, spins her around, and paints her pretty face in thick ropes. Cum splatters her cheeks, lips, even lands in her blonde hair. She licks what she can reach off her lips and laughs, tits heaving. Best workout she's had in months.