Booty Workout

Lena's had it. Alexis keeps blowing off sessions, rolling up late with that flirty smile like it fixes everything. Today she pushes too far. Lena turns to leave and Alexis finally gets it—loser trainer or lose the woman whose hands have been all over her for months. She drops the excuses. Drops her yoga pants too. Bare cheeks in the afternoon light, soft and round, the kind Lena's always caught herself staring at mid-squat. Lena stares longer this time. Then she steps in, fists the fabric of Alexis's top and kisses her hard, tongue first, tasting the salt on her lips. They stumble onto the veranda. Lena shoves Alexis back on the daybed, spreads her thick thighs, and goes straight for the wet center. One long lick, then quick flicks over the swollen clit until Alexis arches and spills, moaning loud enough to carry across neighboring balconies. Alexis drags her up by the hair and returns the favor, tongue working Lena's cunt until the younger woman shakes and comes against her mouth. Sweat, sunscreen, pussy. All of it sharp and real. Fingers replace tongues. They roll until they're ass-to-face, each one buried in the other's crack, licking tight holes while fingers pump below. Spit runs down thighs. They grind, they curse, they come again, bodies jerking in the heat. By the last orgasm Alexis is laughing breathless against Lena's thigh. "Best workout I ever paid for," she says, voice wrecked. Lena just smiles, teeth grazing the curve of that famous ass like she's nowhere near finished.