So, here she was, 7 o’clock am on a Saturday morning when she really would have preferred to be just about anywhere else but where she was. how shall we say… Indian sex She moaned again as he filled her tight, wet hole. She marveled at the complete lack of regard for her, as though she were simply a hole to be used and discarded, but part of her wanted so badly to be used. She gasped silently at the feel of his rough, calloused hands on her tender flesh, her body thrilling at the strange new touch. He obliged her and knelt between her legs, taking a moment to line up his cock, which seemed to her to stretch into eternity, before again slamming himself inside of her. He raised an eyebrow as though surprised by the sudden change in the direction this conversation was taking, but made no objection when she pulled the top of her outfit down, exposing an ample expanse of pale white flesh to the open air of the gym’s roof. After a running, jumping (at which point she flashed a good half of the class when one of her breasts decided to escape and make an appearance) and a good amount of pushups the class concluded.
