Ann Marie Rios Vs Jayla Starr In The Fitness Room

Ann Marie Rios felt the heat rise through her just watching Jayla Starr’s body move. They kept drilling the same move. Skin flashed. Sweat collected along collarbones. Then they stopped pretending the distance mattered. Clothes hit the mat. Ann Marie stepped in first, palms sliding up slick ribs, Jayla meeting her halfway, thighs pressed tight. Their lips brushed once, tasted salt, then opened deeper. They kissed hard, tongues sliding, hips rolling for more friction. Ann Marie cupped Jayla’s breast, thumb dragging over the stiff nipple. Jayla answered by dropping her hand between them, fingers parting Ann Marie’s wet folds and stroking slowly. The rhythm quickened. They shifted, legs entwined, Ann Marie grinding against Jayla’s thigh while Jayla worked two fingers inside her. Every thrust drew a low, hungry sound from Ann Marie’s throat. They eased to the floor, mouths chasing one another. Jayla moved lower, tongue tracing a line down Ann Marie’s stomach until she sealed her lips around her clit. Ann Marie’s back arched, heels digging into the mat as Jayla licked and sucked, never letting the pressure break. Fingers curled deep again, stroking the right spot until Ann Marie shook. When Ann Marie came, she pulled Jayla up, swapped positions, tongue replacing Jayla’s own desperate hand. Jayla’s hips rocked, seeking more. Ann Marie gave it, fucking her with her tongue and filling her with two curved fingers until Jayla’s thighs trembled and her breath hitched into soft, repeated moans. Sweat cooled on their skin. They stayed tangled, breaths slowing, mouths brushing whatever skin they could still reach.