I'm moving through the gym, sweat gleaming on my skin like a slick lure, every step radiating power and sex--I know eyes are on me, and fuck, I live for it. My body's a sculpted masterpiece--curvy hips flaring from a tiny waist, abs tight and defined, thighs thick and strong, flexing under black tights that cling like liquid sin. They're short, hugging my ass--round, high, plump from squats--barely covering the juicy curve before it spills out, riding up to flash golden skin. My hot pink sports bra lifts my big, full tits--heavy, perky, round as hell--shoving them into a deep, swaying cleavage dying to break free. It's stretched tight over my slim frame, damp fabric clinging, nipples poking through faint and stiff--dark, pink peaks begging for a look. My skin's smooth, tanned, flawless--long legs carved like marble, arms toned but soft, hair a sweaty mess framing sharp cheekbones and pouty lips. I catch myself in the mirror mid-lunge, and damn, I'm a 19-year-old fantasy built to ruin cocks.
This guy's been hovering all week--tall, jacked, a hulking beast with a cocky grin. First time, he strolls over smooth.
"Need help with your form?" he drawls, voice deep, rumbling down my spine.
I nod, smirking--he's hot, and I'm up for it. He's chill--hands on my hips as I squat, guiding me slow.
"How long you been at this?" he asks, fingers brushing my waist.
"Couple years," I shrug. "Started at 17--19 now, so I've got it dialed."
He grins, eyes glinting. "19, huh? Young, tight body like that--fuckin' prime."
I smirk, letting it slide. Next day, he's closer--hands lingering on my lower back as I stretch, breath hot on my neck, thumbs grazing my ass. My pulse kicks--*he's testing me*--but I stay cool. Third time, he catches me mid-deadlift--barbell heavy, arms locked--and he's bold, hands sliding over my ass, squeezing the plump flesh slow, then up--cupping my tits, kneading them rough, thumbs circling my nipples till they throb.
"What the fuck?" I snap, twisting.
He chuckles--low, dirty--pressing in. "Just helping."
I'm stuck--barbell pinning me--and he knows it, growing cockier. His hands roam--squeezing my ass till it stings, groping my tits--palms kneading them hard, slapping them--left, right--watching them jiggle, gripping tight till I gasp.
"Goddamn, these 19-year-old tits--big, soft, fuckin' perfect," he growls.
"Get off!" I hiss, jerking, but he pins me to the rack, laugh vibrating. One hand slips under my tights--fingers brushing my pussy, then pushing in--two thick digits curling deep, stretching my smooth, tight heat with a slick, burning pressure, my thighs quaking.
"Stop!" I yell, thrashing.
He pumps slow--wet, squelching--grinning. "This pussy's so smooth, tight as hell."
He yanks my tights down--exposing my bare ass and dripping slit--his cock out--thick, veiny, massive--ramming into me with a hot, heavy stretch that fills me up.
"No, stop!" I scream, shoving, but he's too strong--thrusting hard, balls slapping loud, rack rattling--my body clenching around that giant shaft splitting me open.
I'm fighting--clawing at the rack. "Let me go!"
He's pounding me--skin slapping wet, his sweat dripping onto me, gym stench thick. His thick cock stretches me wide--a slick, pulsing fullness dragging inside, filling me deep.
"Your dicks are so fucking big--huge guys, it's scary!" I gasp once, voice shaking, hating how it grinds my walls even as I resist.
"This ass--round, fuckin' unreal," he groans, slapping it--crack--spreading my cheeks to watch.
"Say it, Asian whore," he snarls, nails biting my hips.
"Fuck you!" I spit, thrashing, but he yanks my hair--pain searing--and I gasp.
"No!" I choke as he thrusts deeper--and I hate the moan slipping out.
