The workout was brutal but hot, Ryan had us sweating outside in the yard—squats, lunges, planks.
He kept his hands on me more than her, guiding my hips, pressing close to “correct my form.” Every touch sent sparks through me, my p***y getting wetter with each minute.
Sandra tried to flirt, bending over extra, but he ignored her mostly, his eyes on my jiggling t**s and ass.
By the end, I was soaked in sweat and not just from exercise, my thighs rubbed together, slick from how turned on I was.
“I’ll show you to your room,” I said to Ryan, voice shaky. “For two weeks.”
He nodded, wiping sweat from his brow, his shirt stuck to those hard abs.
We walked inside, up the stairs to the guest room and sandra was downstairs, probably fuming.
I opened the door, showed him in, just a simple b
