Ich ficke meinen persönlichen Trainer

Title: “Ich ficke meinen persönlichen Trainer: A Scandalous Tale of Sweat, Sin, and Satisfaction”

The locker room at the exclusive FitZone gym was filled with the sound of running water and the click of locker doors. But in one of the darkened stalls, something far more lurid was transpiring.

Lena, the gym’s renowned personal trainer, emerged from the showers with a towel wrapped around her toned, glistening body. Her dark hair clung in sultry tendrils to her blemish-free skin. She clicked open her locker and began methodically laying out her fitness attire for the afternoon’s sessions.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, then extinguished completely. In the momentary blackout, Lena felt herself being pulled back into the shadows. A strong hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her gasp. Then he spoke:

“Shhh… Just relax, Lena. It’s me, Bastian.”

Lena recognized the voice of her star pupil and most challenging client. Bastian was aFaust investigador del FBI de pelo largo y barba que ronda el bar del hotel y la detenido por vació también nuestra investigación al hacker >rce. y un amigo tuyo hacker? Delincuente ineludible de Freeport, el fbiSYSTEM ABANDONED a grubby tank top that barely contained his rippling muscles, a pair of tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a perpetual smirk etched on his chiseled face.

Lena struggled, heart pounding. “Bastian, what are you doing? Let me go!”

“You’re not going anywhere, trainerslut. Not until I’m finished with you.” Bastian’s hot breath tickled her neck. He spun her around, slamming her against the metal lockers. The towel dropped away.

Lena’s eyes widened at the sight of Bastian’s imposing physique, glistening with sweat. Her pulse quickened as his immense manhood strained against the thin fabric of his shorts. She knew she was in deep trouble.

“Please, Bastian, this is so wrong…” Lena whimpered, even as her body betrayed her, nipples hardening in the cool air.

Bastian growled. “Shut up and take it like a good trainerslut.” He crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. His hands pawed at her breasts, tweaking the stiff peaks.

Lena moaned into Bastian’s mouth, kissing him back with pent-up ferocity. Her resistance melted away as he plunged two thick fingers into her dripping sex. He pumped his digits roughly, curling them against her g-spot.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be a dripping mess for me,” Bastian rasped against her throat. He withdrew his fingers, raising them to Lena’s lips. “Suck them clean, trainerslut.”

Lena opened her mouth obediently, tasting herself on Bastian’s digits. Her own arousal multiplied at the depraved act. “Mmm, yes baby, give it to me.”

Bastian freed his enormous cock from his shorts, stroking it to full hardness. Lena’s eyes bulged at the impressive girth. Bastian shoved her to her knees and slapped his meat against her face.

“Open wide, trainerslut. Worship my cock.”

Lena parted her lips, allowing Bastian to fuck her face with long, deep thrusts. She swallowing around him, hollowing her cheeks. Spit dribbled down her chin as he used her mouth ruthlessly.

“Yes, fucking take it, you cock-hungry slut.” Bastian shuddered, pulling out. He pushed Lena onto her back on one of the benches and yanked her legs over his shoulders.

The tip of Bastian’s dick probed at her entrance. “I’m going to ruin your trainerslut cunt. Fuck it till you’re screaming.”

“Yes, please!” Lena cried, lifting her hips. Bastian plunged into her in one hard stroke. Lena wailed at the sudden fullness, the delicious stretch.

He set a punishing pace, pistoning in and out of her grasping heat. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the locker room. “Your cunt was made for my cock, trainerslut.”

Lena’s nails raked down Bastian’s sweat-slicked back. “Yes, yes, fuck me hard! I’m your dirty trainerslut!”

The tension coiled tighter and tighter in Lena’s core as Bastian pounded into her relentlessly. Her tits bounced with each powerful thrust. She was so close, teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” Lena keened. “Please baby, fill me up! Give me your hot load!”

With a guttural moan, Bastian buried himself to the hilt, flooding Lena’s pussy with his thick seed. She convulsed, crying out as her own orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls milked him for every drop.

Bastian collapsed on top of her, both of them spent and panting. A dribble of cum seeped out around his softening cock. He chuckled wickedly.

“Not bad, trainerslut. I think I’ll keep you around.” He rolled off, tucking himself away. With a cocky wink, he walked out, leaving Lena in a sticky heap of post-coital bliss.

Lena knew she had tasted sin and darkness today, and there would be no turning back. She couldn’t wait for their next training session…