The sound of the fabric ripping was loud in the quiet gym. I gasped, my hands flying up to cover myself, but Zach caught my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one hand. He was so strong it was effortless.
"Look at you," Zach breathed, his eyes roaming over my exposed skin. "So flushed. So ready."
Bryan stepped in, his hands sliding under my leggings, pulling the waistband down just enough to expose the lace of my panties. "God, you're perfect, Kayda. I can't believe we waited this long."
"I... I don't know what to do," I moaned, my head lolling back against Zach's chest.
"You don't have to do anything," Zach murmured into my ear. "Just feel. Just take it."
Bryan dropped to his knees. I felt his hot breath through the thin fabric of my underwear. He didn't hesitate; he pressed hi
