Max had just finished working his body to exhaustion for the third time this week. Perhaps he kept going to see the sexy little brunette in the aerobics room whenever he was there. He'd caught her eye on more than one occasion, but never for too long. He felt there was something between them, but couldn't put his finger on it. He toweled off his glistening ebony form, muscles rippling under his sweat stained shirt just as she rounded the corner and met him face to face...
Max looked straight into her eyes for a second, but she blushed and lowered her eyes as she tried to scurry by. Max reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back to meet his gaze.
"Is it just me or is there something going on here?" he asked.
The brunette never daring to meet his gaze couldn't help but reach out and run her soft hand against his thick veiny arms, cooing quietly under her breath. Max smiled. He took her by the hand and lead her to the staircase at the far end of the gym, closing the door behind them as they rushed to be alone. He pinned her to the wall, enveloping his hot hungry mouth over hers, tongues dueling feverishly. She was helpless under his forceful touch. her body seemed to have a mind of its own, grinding savagely against Max, her breasts crushed against his heaving pecs. It was all she could do to wrap her tiny arms around his massive back, digging her nails into his skin as he fed on her...
Max reached around with a powerful arm and grabbed a fistful of the vixen's hair, pulling down hard and exposing the tender flesh of her neck as well as the top of her supple cleavage. He affixed his greedy mouth on her nipple, sucking as if it was his last meal.
The vixen felt as if he was sucking her very soul thru her breast. She was overwhelmed. Here she was... a married woman no less... in the back stairway of a health club, writhing under the grip of a savagely sexual beast. And she loved it. But how could she? How could the lamb ache to be food for this wolf?
