Post Workout Treat

September's pounding through push-ups when Ryan steps back and calls it. Sweat's rolling off her, chest heaving, and she clocks the bulge in his shorts like a prize. Soon as the last rep drops she crawls forward on her knees, yanks his waistband down, and his cock springs out, rock-hard and heavy. She grins up at him, lips already wet, then wraps her mouth around him. One long, slick stroke down to the root, throat squeezing tight, before she pulls back and starts bobbing like it's the main event. Every noisy suck echoes off the gym walls while she works him over, tongue flicking, cheeks hollowing, giving him everything she's got now that the workout's finished.