Amanda could not hold back anymore. The memory of Ryan’s thick fingers inside her against the mirror had kept her wet and restless for the past twenty-four hours. Her p***y ached every time she thought about his rough hands and the way he had made her come so hard.
The next evening, she made sure her last class ended early. As soon as the final member left, Amanda locked the front door of the gym and dimmed the lights. She texted Ryan one simple message:
Come back. Door’s open.
She waited in the main weight room, heart pounding. She had changed into just a black sports bra that barely contained her heavy breasts and tiny black shorts that rode high on her thick ass. No panties.
When the back door clicked open, Ryan stepped inside. His eyes darkened the second he saw her standing there,
