Sporty old lady

Kate trains hard at seventy-two. Sweat cuts sharp lines down her collarbone, but her body still answers when it calls. Nelly meets her in the private room after hours—younger, quick, hands already greedy. They lock the door. Nelly peels Kate’s soaked tank away, palms her flushed breasts like she owns the last round. Kate bites the moan, spreads her legs on the weight bench. Nelly drops, tongue working deep and steady while her fingers slide two knuckles into that tight, greedy heat. Kate’s hips snap up, greedy for every stroke. They swap until both of them glisten, the young trainer riding Kate’s thigh, their clits grinding slick and raw. Nelly’s voice cracks when she comes first; Kate drags her through it, then flips her, tongue buried until Nelly’s gasping her name. After the final, shaking release they lie tangled on the mats, breathing like they just broke another record.