Sexy Polish hottie Pauline Pastel walks us through her routine in the gym
Sweat glistens on her bronzed skin as she tosses her fiery red hair, tie-dyed leggings hugging every curve of her athletic physique. The world’s most gorgeous fitness instructor is about to take us through her kinky gym routine.
“Hello boys,” purrs Pauline Pastel, sex-kitten glowing as she arches her back. “I’m Pauline, but you can all call me Pussycat…”
She chuckles sultrily. “And today I’m going to show you how I stay in such great shape. Ready to do some nasty dirty drills?”
The camera pans over her taut ass as she bends at the waist, blues eyes twinkling. “First exercise, shocking squats. You’re going to contract your vaginal muscles as hard as you can. Think about a strong, throbbing cock stretching you open and hitting your G-spot with every rep…”
Pauline demonstrates, squatting low, gripping her knees, a little “Mmm, yesssss” escaping. Her tits jiggle within the confines of her sports bra. “Now thrust your hips forward, like you’re humping a big, meaty shaft. Come on, nice and dirty!”
Before the viewers can fully enjoy the raunchy display, Pauline puckers up and blows them a kiss. “No excuses, I want to see those sweatpants bulging! Next, naughty leg lifts. Toss off your shirt so I can get a good look at those nipples…”
Unceremoniously yanking off her husband James’ oversized tee, her head lolls back as she bends forward at the waist, her own sweaty palms braced on the floor. She raises her leg high until it’s parallel to her competition-level spine, with the added sways and twists to her waist that look either painfully erotic or deeply unsympathetic – either way, the audience gasps.
Analyzing each other’s reactions, her audience is completely thrown into an erotic hypnotic trance. Their tiredness is already out of their minds; the only thing going through their minds is vanilla, wild fantasies, and exotic ones. And as she continues to bend further and faster, her head lowers near the floor, releasing herself from any bonds she had to others.
“Be careful. Not only of my waist, but also of my team, which includes yours.” As if someone unseen already decided to knock her down, they soaked and still wished they were in the fantasy world of her.
As she launches into a series of sexy shadowboxing punches, emulating the sulfurous sways of a boxer, she torques her torso. The pinched, white silk of her tiny shorts rides up between her ass cheeks, and she bites her lip to look as if she feels it.
Pauline warms to the subject, “It feels good to be a bad girl. I know we’re all thinking filthy thoughts. Why don’t you tell me all the dirty things you want to say to me? Let’s make it naughty and nasty and unleash your horniest fantasies!”
Memories of steamy sex flood through her as she remembers how no one could ID how she got off so hard. And what made her eyes cross.
Tasting the salt on her finger, their imaginations also see the warmth. They carry it to themselves. Pauline flies with everyone else, placing her hands on the floor, sliding to the ground so everyone imagines how lifelessly she was lying on the floor as if she had never been. Greedily filling everyone’s eyes with the white silk that clung to her parts. Pauline looked as if she was standing as if she was dead and that is exactly what she was: a beautiful dead woman with lumps and wounds on her head.
