Gabriel stepped forward, lined the swollen head of his c**k against her entrance, and pushed in with one long thrust. Her p***y stretched around him, hot and dripping, gripping every inch until his hips met her ass.
He stayed buried for a moment, feeling her walls flutter, then started f*****g her in hard, steady strokes. The bench creaked and Kayda pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning loud enough that the sound echoed off the mirrors.
He reached around and rubbed her c**t in slow circles while he pounded her. Her juices were so much they ran down his balls and dripped onto the floor.
Every time he bottomed out, the wet slap of skin filled the gym. Kayda came first, her p***y clamping down in rhythmic pulses, a gush of wetness soaking his c**k and thighs. Gabriel didn’t slow down
