Gym Perks

Jenna Foxx couldn't take her eyes off Jayden Cole. She stood there with heat pulsing through her, barely hearing the words as the woman she'd idolized for years offered her hands. The workout left her muscles trembling. When it ended, she confessed she hurt in places she'd forgotten existed. Jayden smiled, pointed toward a door, and mentioned a private massage room just down the hall. Jenna moved before the offer could be withdrawn. Jayden asked her to strip. Jenna peeled off every layer, aware of the weight of Jayden's gaze gliding over her bare skin. She lay on the table and felt the warm oil spill across her shoulders, then trickle lower. Strong fingers dug into her calves, smoothed up the backs of her thighs. When those fingers brushed the curve beneath her ass, Jenna simply opened her legs wider and told her it helped. Jayden accepted the invitation. Her thumbs pressed into tender inner flesh, climbing higher until Jenna's breath caught. Jayden asked her to roll over. Jenna turned without hesitation and spread her thighs again, letting the cooler air touch everything Jayden hadn't yet claimed. Those hands returned, stroking over stomach and ribs before cupping her breasts with slow, deliberate circles. Jenna grinned up at her and murmured that there was no need to be shy. Jayden's fingers stilled, and the question came quiet and low: what did she mean? Jenna answered by lifting her hips, voice steady. Her pussy could use the same attention. Jayden's mouth curved. She didn't speak again—just poured more oil, slid her palms between Jenna's thighs, and gave her exactly the kind of pressure she'd been begging for, until every strained muscle surrendered and something deeper took its place.