Perfect Ass Fitness Model In Leggings Goes For Risky Public Orgasm At The Gym – DLE

The sultry redhead saunters into the gym, her tight yoga pants hugging her curves like a second skin. A lewd smile plays at the corners of her pouty lips as she slinks past the doting eyes of the other gym rats. She knows exactly what she looks like – the perfect ass fitness model strutting her stuff, ready to set the world on fire.

The leggings stretch taut over her pert cheeks as she bends to adjust her shoe, giving onlookers an eyeful of what they’re in for. She felt their eyes undressing her, devouring every inch of her scantily clad body. It made her wet, all that attention. And the best part? She was just getting started.

She headed to the elliptical machine, her breasts bouncing with each purposeful step. Clambering onto the sleek contraption, she set the machine in motion. The trainer’s Los Angeles gym was top-of-the-line – each machine equipped with a monitor featuring an array of entertainment options.

The buxom beauty selected her favorite song, a voluptuous tune with a steady bassline. The primates she’d waltzed past weren’t the only ones with rhythm, she thought with a smirk. Her hips began to gyrate in time with the blaring beats, sweat beading on her brow as her body began its tempo.

No one seemed to notice – or perhaps they pretended not to, fearful of being ratted out by the strait-laced LA community. Whatever the case, she kept on dancing, gyrating, grinding – until she resembled a matchstick. Teetering on the brink of scandalous, she looked over her shoulder.

Satisfied she was still alone, she turned her attention back to her lewd act. A tiny voice piped up from her soul, chastising her indecorous behavior. Shhh, you funny little voice, she countered. Let me have my fun…

The chimera of risk greater primed to the blonde beauty than anything – that burning desire to do something taboo, something impermissible. She wasn’t a rule follower 99 percent of the time – but that last one percent? That last one percent made her positively orgasmic.

Her hands snaked around, groping her juicy ass as she continued her rhythm. The gym was quiet save for the tentative clanking of dumbbells and the incessant drip-drip-drip of the leaky faucet. Her heart hammered in time with the heavy bass.

This dance was meant to be a buffer, a stunt to draw attention to her yoga-clad backside. Yes, what was the point of a smoking-hot bod if you weren’t going to flaunt it? Instead, she’d allowed it to unravel into something brazen – something actually sexy.

She closed her eyes, picturing herself in some other decadent setting. The man of her dreams, worshipping her body in some luxurious hotel suite. Her back, arched like a delicious rainbow as she took control, straddling his lap. Her tongue, trailing down the planes of his stubbled jawline…

The fantasy emboldened her. One hand made its way to her crotch, cupping her quivering mound through the fabric. Her hips bucked forward in a involuntary reaction. Fuck, yes, she encouraged herself, rubbing the delicate tip of her clitoris. Yes, yes, yes…

She rocked her hips in unison with her petting, building momentum with each brush of her fingers. The intensity of her own touch was unmatched, which only further delighted her. Waves of pleasure coursed through her – electric shockwaves that started at the crown of her head and ended at the end of her pinky toe.

It was wrong, terribly wrong, but it felt notoriously right. Robust breaths now emanated from the buxom redhead as the dam of debauchery burst. Her walls clenched, wanton moans rattling the soda machine. One more pass over her throbbing sweet spot and she came undone.

Her body quaked uncontrollably with the aftershocks, a smug smile plastered across her panting face. She may have been public masturbating, but God did she feel powerful. She may have just robbed a bank of its pleasure and porn stores of their rendered profits.

The orgasmic goddess sashayed toward the changing stalls, pausing to do some sultry ass flirtation. She may have just climaxed bare-assed in a crowded gym – but she sure as hell didn’t intend to do it swaddled in shame. Let them marvel. Let them pant and perspire and deem her the hottest damn thing Los Angeles has ever beheld…

The end.