Talulah Mae and Cory Chase in Muscle Milf Gym JOI

Cory Chase and Talulah Mae finish their sets, sweat shining on their skin, when some guy lingers behind the racks, eyes glued to their bodies. Cory’s in skin-tight white shorts, Talulah’s in blue leggings that hug every curve. Cory spins around. “What’s your problem? Why the hell are you so close?” He doesn’t back off. She grins. Fine. Game on. “If you’re gonna stare, show us what you’ve got. Whip it out.” He does. Her laugh is low. They keep lifting—biceps hard, thighs tight—letting him stroke while they watch. Cory hooks her thumbs under Talulah’s waistband and peels the leggings down, ass bare under the lights. “Don’t you dare finish yet.” Talulah returns the favor, shorts sliding off Cory in one clean tug. Bras follow. Heavy tits spill free. Naked now, they drop into position—hands down, knees spread—backs arched, asses rolling slow. They look back, muscles flexing. He’s stroking harder, vision filled with the bounce of skin and the promise of it all wrapped around him. “You want to cover these muscles, don’t you?” Cory says, voice like silk over steel. Biceps peak again. “Now.”