I stayed bent over the cable machine, breathing heavily. Thick streams of Jax’s c*m poured out of my gaping p***y and ran down my trembling thighs onto the gym floor. My legs felt weak and my body was covered in sweat, but the fire between my legs had only grown stronger.
Jax slapped my ass hard, making me yelp.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “We are not even close to finished. I want you on the squat rack next.”
He led me across the gym floor. c*m continued leaking down my legs with every step, leaving a wet trail behind me. My breasts bounced as I walked, n*****s still hard and sensitive.
Jax positioned me under the squat bar. He adjusted the height, then bent me forward and made me grip the bar with both hands.
“Spread your legs and push that ass out,” he said. “I am going to f**k you
