Sweaty Workout Means Sweeter Rewards

Sophia Locke's still catching her breath when Billy Boston gives her that low whistle. Sweat's slicking her tank to her skin and she catches him staring at her tits like he's never seen a pair before. She grins, wipes her lip with the back of her wrist. 'Been looking at me the whole damn session, haven't you?' A slow grind of her palm over the damp front of her shorts punctuates the words. Then she grabs the hem, peels the shirt up quick—the big tits bounce free, heavy and flushed. She lets him drink it in, already chewing her lip. 'Fuck, I can't wait to get my mouth on that fat cock.'