Erica

Erica Behr headed for the gym, away from Mike's prying eyes. Despite all the reassurance she gave him, she was of course, untruthful. Erica really needed someone else to make her feel something. And she had been. For awhile her gym instructor had been really enticing. She let them touch her all over, and now she wanted to step it up.

She walked into the locker room changing into her gym outfit. As she pulled her shirt off, her bountiful boobs came bouncing out despite the bra locking them in. They were plump C cups, almost a D, especially with her 6'8" height and her 8 pack.

She slipped her pants off, letting her ass bounce out as her butt cheeks jiggled only a little. The amount of squats certainly paid off as she slipped her thong off.

Her brazilian waxed crotch begged for some attention. "Erica? Is that you?"

Standing naked, Erica turned to the door that was held open, smiling as she saw her gym instructor staring at her with those lustful eyes.