Leana Lovings and Cory Chase in Hot Gym Workout

Leana moved through her squats in that green gym set, fabric pulled tight against her ass every time she dropped low. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Cory stood behind her, hands planted on her hips to correct her form, thumbs pressing into smooth skin above the waistband. Close. Too close. Leana's breath caught when Cory's grip slid an inch lower. She held it there. Didn't pull away. Their eyes met in the mirror across the room. Cory's fingers tightened. Leana pushed back into the next rep, slower than she needed to, letting her mother-in-law feel the shift of muscle beneath her touch. The workout had stopped being about form thirty seconds ago.