Spotted By The Gym Stud

Taylor Vixxen’s got Fluffy on the mat, yelling about how his arms shake like wet noodles every rep. “Drop to your knees and do the girl version,” she snaps, laughing when he obeys without a fight. Later, by the lockers, she’s still chewing him out—calling him a useless excuse for a cock—when Will Tile strolls up, chest glistening. “This dweeb giving you trouble?” he asks, already sizing her up. “Every fucking day,” Taylor answers, voice dripping boredom. Will doesn’t blink. He just unzips and lets that heavy slab of meat swing free. Taylor’s eyes flash; she licks her palm, wraps her fingers around the thick head, and starts stroking like she’s starving. Fluffy stares, jaw slack, while his domme gives every inch of her focus to a stranger’s monster dick, worshipping something she’ll never get at home.