Trainer Wants To Fuck: Part 2 porn pics gallery

Tiffany Watson parked her car in the driveway, grabbed her gym bag, and walked up to the front door like any other session. She wore her usual tight black leggings and cropped sports bra, blonde ponytail swinging with each step. The couple had booked her for twice-weekly home visits, and today was right on schedule. She rang the bell, waited a moment, then knocked. No answer. Strange. They were always prompt. She tried the handle. Unlocked. She stepped inside, calling out a cheerful hello. Silence, except for muffled sounds drifting from deeper in the house. Low moans, rhythmic slapping, the unmistakable creak of a bedframe working hard. Curiosity pulled her forward instead of back out the door. She followed the noise down the hallway, past framed photos of smiling vacations, until she reached the half-open bedroom door. She pushed it wider just enough to see. The husband was on top, powerful arms braced on either side of his wife as he drove into her with long, steady thrusts. She had massive, heavy breasts that bounced wildly with every impact, nipples dark and stiff. Her legs were hooked over his shoulders, ankles crossed behind his neck, opening her completely. Sweat glistened on both of them. The wife''s head was thrown back, mouth open in a constant stream of gasps and whimpers, fingers digging into his back. He growled something low and filthy, hips snapping harder, making the headboard thud against the wall. They hadn''t noticed her at all. Forgotten the appointment entirely in the heat of it. Tiffany stood frozen in the doorway, gym bag still slung over her shoulder. Heat bloomed low in her belly, sudden and sharp. She watched the way his thick cock disappeared inside her over and over, slick and shining, the way her pussy gripped him on every upstroke. The wife''s breasts jiggled hypnotically, so full they spilled to the sides when she arched. Tiffany''s thighs pressed together instinctively, leggings suddenly too tight against her swelling clit. She bit her lip, pulse racing. Part of her knew she should leave quietly. The bigger part the one that had been quietly fantasizing about clients for months made her step inside instead. She cleared her throat softly. Both heads snapped toward her. The husband slowed but didn''t stop, buried deep, holding still while his wife blinked up at Tiffany through lust-glazed eyes. %u201CUh%u2026 hi,%u201D Tiffany said, voice a little breathless. %u201CI''m here for the session. But%u2026 looks like you started without me.%u201D A beat of stunned silence. Then the wife let out a surprised laugh that turned into a moan as her husband gave a shallow thrust. %u201CShit,%u201D the husband muttered, glancing between them. %u201CWe totally lost track of time.%u201D Tiffany dropped her bag by the door, fingers already tugging at the hem of her sports bra. %u201CI can come back later%u2026 or%u2026%u201D She paused, letting her eyes roam over them both. %u201CI could join. Cardio''s cardio, right? This looks like a pretty intense workout.%u201D The wife''s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. She reached up, squeezed one of her own heavy breasts, thumb circling the nipple. %u201CFuck yes,%u201D she breathed. %u201CGet over here, trainer. Let''s make it a group class.%u201D The husband grinned, pulling out slowly so Tiffany could see how wet and stretched his wife was, glistening strings connecting them. He sat back on his heels, cock still rock-hard and slick. Tiffany peeled off her bra, letting her perky tits bounce free, then shimmied out of her leggings and thong in one motion. Naked except for her sneakers now, she climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. The wife reached for her first, pulling Tiffany down for a deep, hungry kiss while her husband watched, stroking himself lazily. Tiffany moaned into the wife''s mouth, hands immediately cupping those massive breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks, squeezing the soft weight. The husband moved behind Tiffany, hands spreading her ass cheeks as she knelt. He rubbed the head of his cock along her soaked slit, teasing, then pushed in slow and deep. She gasped against the wife''s lips, back arching as he filled her completely. From there it blurred into pure motion. Tiffany rode the wife''s face while the husband fucked her from behind, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Then she switched, straddling the husband reverse so the wife could suck on her clit while he pounded upward. The wife''s tits bounced in Tiffany''s face; she latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while grinding down. They rotated positions again and again missionary with Tiffany''s legs spread wide, doggy with the wife eating her out from underneath, the husband taking turns sliding between them. Sweat slicked every inch of skin. Moans overlapped, bodies slapped together, the room thick with the scent of sex. When the wife came first, thighs clamping around Tiffany''s head, flooding her mouth, it set off a chain. Tiffany clenched hard around the husband''s cock, crying out as waves crashed through her. He followed seconds later, pulling out to paint thick ropes across both their stomachs and tits. They collapsed in a tangled, breathless heap, chests heaving, laughter bubbling up between gasps. The wife traced lazy circles through the mess on Tiffany''s skin. %u201CBest session yet,%u201D she murmured. Tiffany grinned, still catching her breath. %u201CSame time Thursday?%u201D The husband chuckled low. %u201CCount on it. We''ll make sure to warm up properly next time.%u201D Tiffany stayed another half hour, trading slow kisses and gentle touches before finally gathering her things. She left with sore muscles, a satisfied ache between her legs, and the promise of many more %u201Cworkouts%u201D to come.