Booty Camp Throwdown

August Skye does not waste time. The moment her eyes track the bounce of Megan Maiden’s tits inside her sports bra, the workout changes. She grabs Maya Farrell from behind, tears a hole straight through the leggings, and slides two fingers between her folds without a word. Maya’s nipples tighten, the metal bars through them catching the light as her breath catches. August drops to her knees and buries her face between Maya’s cheeks, tongue working deep, lips glistening. Megan watches, cupping her own heavy breasts, thumbs flicking over the bars that pierce each stiff peak. When August spins her around, the tear in the fabric widens and Megan’s juices coat August’s chin. Fingers replace tongue, three at once, thrusting hard while Maya leans in to suck one of Megan’s pierced nipples. Sweat runs down August’s spine. The studio smells of sex now—salt, skin, the faint metallic bite of jewelry. Maya drops to all fours, spreads herself wider, and August adds a fourth finger, knuckles disappearing as Maya moans into the mat. Megan kneels beside them, reaches under Maya to rub her swollen clit, metal rings clicking against skin. August’s free hand finds Megan’s slick cunt, mirroring the rhythm until both women are shaking, leggings shredded, bodies slick and shaking under the fluorescent lights.