Mila Milkshake Loves Stretching Her Curvy Body And Shaking Her Luscious Ass At The Gym

Title: “Mila Milkshake; A Gym, A Bod, and Booty Built for Sin”

The gym was quiet, almost too quiet. Mila Milkshake, the raven-haired vixen, sauntered in, her demeanor as confident as her hourglass figure. She wore a sports bra so tight, it looked like it might burst at the seams. Her nipples were visible beneath the thin fabric, a tantalizing invitation to any curious eyes. Her ass, barely contained by gym shorts that couldn’t decide if they wanted to emphasize their wearer’s assets, jiggled with each step. Mila didn’t seem to notice, too focused on her mission.

She headed straight for the stretching station, looking like a cat ready to pounce. She began with her hamstrings, bending over at the waist, ass up, face down, and exposing the bottom of her shorts to the world. Her fingers gripped her ankles, but her eyes stayed focused on her goal. Stretching had a way of making her feel freer, and she needed that right now.

As she transitioned into a lunge, she stretched her arms over her head, exposing more of her taut tummy. She repeated this process on the other leg, not paying any mind to the growing bulges she saw out of the corner of her eye. Mila had a way of igniting desires, and she was all too aware of her effect on the men around her.

Next up were her quads. Mila sat on the ground, one leg bent, the other extended behind her. Her shorts climbed higher, revealing the tantalizing cheeks of her ass. She leaned back, one hand on the mat behind her, the other grasping her foot. The position pushed her chest forward, the lewd jiggle of her breasts mesmerizing.

As she shifted her legs, she felt a twinge in her back. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, arching her back. Her ass rose high into the air, a tantalizing view of her hardly covered cheeks. She reached her hands over her head, stretching her arms, causing her ass to rise even higher. This position was her favorite for two reasons: it felt amazing, and it allowed her to see the men staring at her jiggling globes.

Mila turned over to lie on her back, ready to work on her hamstrings once more. As she pulled her knees to her chest, her breasts strained against her sports bra, nipples poking through the fabric. She held this position for a moment, looking for all the world like a respectably skirted lady on a picnic.

For her grand finale, Mila propped herself up on her hands and knees once more. She reached back with one hand to unfasten her shorts, wiggling her hips out of the fabric. The shorts slid down to her knees, and Mila kicked them off, revealing her toned, tattooed legs and her barely-there thong.

She rose up onto her hands and knees, her glorious ass on full display. She wiggled it a bit, watching the mass of muscles ripple. She ran her hands over it, squeezing it and letting it bounce in her palms. She looked over her shoulder and winked, smirking at the stunned men in the gym.

The finishing touch was an oil that Mila always carried with her. She squirted into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it. Slowly, she ran her hands over her skin. Her arms, her shoulders, down her back. She seemed almost unaware of her audience as she massaged the oil into her muscles. Then she reached her bottom, squeezing each cheek and letting the slickness glide over it.

She bent at the waist, keeping her knees off the mat. Her breasts dangled beneath her, nipples visible from their tantalizing sway. Slowly, she ran the oil down her body. Over her thighs, across her boobs, and down her front. She reached between her legs, squeezing her crotch and looking for all the world like a wanton minx.

Mila stood up then, turning to face the room. She ran her hands over her body once more, proclamating that it was “all natural” with a wink and a pat on her round ass. She bent at the waist to grab her shorts, giving ample time to view her ass in all its glory. Wiggling into them, she tossed the towel and oil over her shoulder and made her way out the door, leaving a crowd of bewildered, ridiculously aroused men in her wake.

In the locker room, Mila pulled out her phone and scrolled to her favorite contact. Scrolling up and down the screen, she picked out a promising pic from the collection of dicks he’d sent her. satisfactory. She typed “dinner later this week?” and hit send. Before she could put her phone away, his reply came through. She smirked, feeling aroused at the thought of a hard cock sliding into her.

Mila walked out of the locker room, practically skipping to her car, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. She knew that stretching gave her a certain flexibility, but seeing all the men she’d bewitched today made her feel even bendier. She hopped into her car, shut the door behind her, and giggled naughtily to herself. She couldn’t wait to kick off her day. She had a feeling it would be quite the stretch.