Females-Only Gym

"You can't be serious! I swear I had it with me." a young White woman with silky black hair tied into a low ponytail that reached the middle of her back says, looking to be in a state of panic as she rustles all around the inside of her purse whilst keeping her rolled yoga mat held within her arm; her attire consisting of a black sports bra and pair of gray textured leggings.

"I can always just find you right here in the system." the receptionist tells her.

"Yeah, but I just really want to find my card. Like, like, like... like I'm SURE I brought it with me. Just don't know where the fuck it WENT!" she says as her face is becoming slightly more agitated.

"Uh, 'scuse me ladies. I don't mean to be in your place of... privacy, but I think I have your solution right here." a paunchy, balding, middle-aged, White man wearing a tank top with shorts and sandals comes in from the outside holding up a card as he slowly nears the desk.

"If you can just give me your name, I can get you all sorted out." the receptionist says.

"Ugh! My God! It's..."

"It's uhhhhhhhhhhh, Laurel! Laurel Hedgemond it says here." he reads the name on the membership card he's holding, trying to let them know that he has something with some information about her, and also as a way of making himself known, something he didn't really want in the first place since he felt weird being in a gym only for females.

"Okay~... Hedgemond, Hedgemond, where is Hedgemond..." the receptionist says, looking down at the screen in front of her.

"Um, hello? Hedgemond's MEMBERSHIP CARD. I saw it fall out of your mat back in the parking lot." he steps up by her side in front of the desk and slams the card down on top of it, "Look! No more issue." he says, not getting angry with them, but modestly raising his voice as a means of letting his presence be known.

"My gosh, I am so sorry. This thing's been so slow lately." the receptionist says.

"It's okay, I still haven't given up on finding my card."

"Young lady, it's BEEN found! Look!" he picks up the card and reaches his arm around in front of her to wave it in front of her face that is turned away from him as she's still got her body slightly twisted as she rummages through her purse.

"Can't believe this shit." she says.

"Me either." the receptionist says while shaking her head.

"Yeah, me fucking too! I mean, LOOK!" he waves the card in front of the receptionist's face, not even getting her to blink or move her eyes.

"I just thought to myself how wonderful it would be for someone to come in and say that they found my card, hehe."

"You mean like ME?! Because that would be ME!" the man gets angry.

"Finally! Slow-ass thing." the receptionist rejoices as the machine does what she wants it to.

"I'm not leaving until one of you acknowledge me and take this card. My detour will not be for nothing." he says, leaving out the part of him that wants to say how he doesn't feel like going back out into the heat just yet.

"Fuck it, whatever. I give up on searching." she says and faces the front.

"Since you guys wanna play so much, I'll just be goin' into the gym area: the place where MEN ain't supposed to be!" he boldly states before heading off.

He storms his way into the area where there are only females exercising - no guy other than him in the reflection of the many mirrors present. As ready as he was to be descended on by a bunch of females for entering what is essentially a safe space for them to workout in, he was in no way ready for no one to not look in his direction.

"Hey, anyone know anything about the ladies in the front acting all weird?!" he says out loud whilst waving the card in the air.

Still, no one looks in his direction, not even the couple of women that he's nearest to and could have surely heard him. The man just stands there in utter disbelief at what is going on, looking around at how everyone isn't minding the paunchy, 6'0 male.

"Just what kind of madhouse is this?" he shakes his head, "Gettin' the hell outta here." he says before throwing the membership card on the floor.

Turning around to go back the way he came, he brings his hands up in front of him to web his fingers together with each other and push them outward as a means of cracking his knuckles. He slowly paces out while looking in front of him, instead having his head turned to look over his shoulders at all the females who were essentially denying his existence, being very intrigued by this bizarre group behavior.

"Maybe my wife did have a reason other than being lazy for no longer comin— oh, what the..."

Feeling something come into contact with his palms, the man stopped moving and turned his head back in front of him where he saw the young woman he tried doing a good deed for. Looking down at his stretched-out hands—the place where he felt there being contact made—he saw that he had his hands lightly pressed against her chest.

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"HOLY— S— SO— I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I WASN'T PAYING ANY ATTENTION, I SW—"

While profusely apologizing for his accidental and inappropriate touching of her, the raven-haired gym-goer started walking forward, making him stop in the middle of his sentence and move out of her way. He was utterly flabbergasted, there was no word uttered by her, not even the slightest change in her neutral demeanor; these things not only applying to her, but also to everyone else in the vicinity. He watched her just go to the seated leg curl machine as he was especially intrigued by a female showing no uproar at having been touched in one of their most private areas by a complete stranger. Being more fascinated with this person than ever, he went over to her as she was setting her things down by the machine and adjusting its settings.

"...Hey!" he said, showing hesitation at first because he wasn't confident about getting a response.

His gut feeling and logical thought was right, she paid him no mind as she began stretching her arms out and twisting her torso at the same time.

He pulled an earbud out from her ear and chucked it across the room, "HEY!" he shouted directly in her ear.

Not fazed by having someone make such a loud noise in her ear canal, she went on to sit down on the machine. As he watched her assume the proper position and begin her workout, he couldn't help but be enraged by such disrespect. After having been shunned for longer than any human should be, the man's capacity for respect and social norms had been greatly diminished, turning him into someone who at this point was willing to do just about anything to get the attention of anyone in here. Thinking back to the very recent accident of him touching her chest and not facing any sort of consequence for doing so, he takes the bold of risk of tapping on her breast as if it's the same as tapping someone's arm for their attention.

"Hey!" he taps the top of her breast some more, "Hey, missy, this not bother ya?" he taps more and harder, "You and everyone else just this fucking committed to your stupid little bit, huh?" he says.

He stops his light molestation of the girl who is working her quite toned and nicely thick legs out, opting to just stand there and look at her gazing forward as she exercises. The man then starts looking around the area, seeing how everyone still isn't giving him any bit of attention to him openly sexually harassing a female, or even to just his existence as a whole.

"HEY, Y'KNOW WHAT?!" he starts yelling, "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLCRAP! I TAKE TIME OUT OF ME GOING TO THE SUPERMARKET TO GO OUT OF MY WAY AND DO A GOOD DEED, AND NOT ONLY DO I GET JACK SHIT FROM THIS BROAD AND THE EMPLOYEE, BUT ALSO FROM THE REST OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

He whips his head left and right repeatedly, frantically looking around to see if anyone's even looking at him from the corner of their eye, but alas, no one is even slightly acknowledging him. Huffing and puffing at the adamant occupants of the establishment, he comes up with something especially brazen to announce.

"IF WITHIN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS NOBODY SAYS OR DOES ANYTHING TO ME, I AM GOING TO R— R—" he gulps, "ra— ****... **** THIS WOMAN!!!" he says, pointing at the female who's still using the seated leg press.

Believing that a word like "****" would surely get a rise out of at least one person in the area, he tried his hand, only for things to prove untrue as the status quo hadn't changed in the slightest bit. He looked at the girl exercising, the catalyst of all this madness that entered his day, watching her seemingly pretend like he wasn't there. Finding it redundant to state his intentions again since he already stated it loud and clear enough, he got closer next to her. Towering over the young woman, he felt his heart racing as he knew he was serious about doing what he stated. Shaking, he planted his quite large hand on top of the girl's breast, then after some time of having it there, he gave it a thorough squeeze. As wrong as it was, he couldn't help but feel good about touching a female's chest that wasn't his wife's. Still not fully convinced that he was getting away with this, he looked around the vicinity once more, and still what he saw was nobody caring about his lewd actions. He looked back down at the gym-goer who wasn't letting his unpermitted touching interfere with her exercise, and seeing someone show such disregard for their personal space and sexual integrity made him really hard. It wasn't long before he gained the courage to step things up, leading to him grabbing the bottom of her sports bra and pulling it above her chest where her all-natural 34C tits would so easily pop out. His eyes widened at the sight of her light brown nipples and the perkiness of her breasts, as for two whole decades he hasn't seen another pair of bare boobs in real life, aside from his wife's. Again, he looked around and saw things were still the same old way and that gave him the green light to continue his perverted deeds.

"Such nice fucking titties." he whispered to himself as he rapidly squeezed at her C-cups.

The guy's erection started getting too uncomfortable for him to have in his shorts, so he did the most logical thing in this situation which was unbuttoning his shorts and whipping his girthy penis out from the confines of his briefs. Finally convinced that no one was acknowledging him, he didn't bother to look around and make sure anybody cared about his exposure. Reaching up and putting his hand on the back of her head, he crudely pulled her head down to his waist and made her swallow him whole. Feeling a female's mouth take his dick in worked wonders for him seeing as how he would only get that kind of treatment from his spouse on special occasions. Needing a way to channel all the stress he's accumulated as of recently, he puts his other hand on the back of her head and webs it with his primary hand, and with practically no care for the girl's oral integrity, starts pistoning his hips whilst forcing her head back and forth on his cock. The sloppy sounds being produced from this rough fellatio was music to his ears, music that would only ever cut out when the clank of a weight was loud enough to temporarily drown it out.

He gave her mouth one final pump, holding his thrust and letting his cock sit inside her mouth with his testicles pressed against her chin, the whole ordeal causing her face to be pressed inward and result in the forming of a funny double-chin. Satisfied with how long he's had his dick in her mouth, he pulls his sloppy penis out from her mouth, causing a long string of saliva to hang from her lip. Filled with lustful excitement, he takes her legs out from the leg holders of the machine and guides them to the side, turning her body toward him in the process as she's now oriented sideways in the seat. He lifts her legs into the air and gets to pulling off her leggings and underwear where he finally sees that shapely butt of hers which was being accentuated by her tight leggings. With her leggings around her ankles, he does his best getting her in a proper position on the machine for him to fuck her in, ultimately ending up in him just flipping her onto her stomach on top of the chair where her legs are awkwardly hanging off it, and her arms and breasts doing the same thing on the other end of the seat.

"(Holy shit, this can't be real!)" he thinks as he lowers himself and penetrates her, "(HOLY SHIT, THIS IS REAL!!!)" he thinks about how unbelievable it is that he's having sex with someone so young, so attractive, and so submissive for what has to pretty much be the first time ever in his lifetime. The man, feeling the most free and in control he's ever felt in all his years, unrelentingly drives himself in and out of the clueless young woman's hole, fully succumbing to the sexual rush that's fueling his middle-aged body. He grunts, clenches his teeth, and does his best to breathe efficiently all while having his thighs repetitiously slam into her ample buttocks and making its cheeks jiggle to an **** degree. Wanting to indulge in more of the freedom that he'd been miraculously given, he grabs her ponytail and yanks her head up and back towards him with it. He was amazed how there was not a yelp, complaint, or just any reaction from her upon him forcefully pulling on her hair, a moment he relished in by way of going even harder on her backside as he powered his thrusting even more. Exuberant from how he was the one in total control of everything happening during intercourse and that would happen during the intercourse, it wasn't long before the man reached climax.

"(OH MAN, I'M ABOUT TO CUM! WAIT, IS IT EVEN OKAY IF I CUM INSIDE HER LIKE THIS?!)" before he could take any meaningful action or make any rational thought pertaining to his sudden qualms with inseminating a female who doesn't know they're being inseminated, he slams into the girl's freshly warmed-up rear one final time and lets his jissom pour out into her womb, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck it. It's not gonna be my problem." he lets the overwhelming orgasm wire his brain into a more carefree state as that is the best thing that can be done after having the milk be spilled (inside of her). With his orgasm settling down, he pulls his penis out of the girl and watches the string of cum that joins her vaginal opening with his urethra dissipate as he further moves it away from her nether regions. With a childlike smile on his face, he looked on in amazement at the creampie he'd just gotten away with, taking it as proof that he could have any of the females in this space. Seeing as how he'd had enough of the young woman, he went on to bend over to grab his shorts that he'd pulled down, but stops midway when he realizes that he'd soon be taking them back off, so he just opts to get them and his briefs off entirely. He dumps his discarded garments on top of the girl who's still lying down, and lowers his body so that he can get get his face next to hers.

"Thank you soooooooooooooooooooo much for dropping your wallet, sweetheart." he says extremely close to her blank face, then goes on to give her a big and sloppy kiss that could best be described as being cartoonish.

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Now feeling like the king of the world and that every female around him is his concubine, he steps forward while looking around the place for his next fuck. Turning to his left, but not paying attention to what may be in front of him, he bumps into something. With a reason to look in front of him, he sees that he collided with a fit blonde that stood at 5'5 and was in her mid-thirties. Just as naturally as she didn't react to the collision, the man naturally looked down further more, past her face and down to her chest where his eyes would be greeted with the sight of a pink sports bra that contained the melon-like breasts she had, and also had slits cut out in the middle of it, allowing for her cleavage to be seen from not only above the neckline of the bra, but also from the front via its boob window. "Wow!" he says with wide eyes as he raises his hands up to them, "They look just like my sister-in-law's!" he shamelessly brings up the augmented tits of his wife's sister, ones which he always stares at whenever he has the chance and is also jealous of in the sense that he knows his wife would never agree to have plastic surgery done on herself. He grabs the blonde's fake breasts, and the frustration that's been built up inside him due to the various things involving his in-law's "Tits of Titillation", a term he coined to describe her bust, a great wave of catharsis washes over him the moment he feels the silicone wonders of a stranger he's only known for less than ten seconds. With his hands, he takes it all in: the softness and firmness of the breasts, the fabric that covers and supports them, the warmth of the flesh emanating from them, everything that comes into contact with his sense of touch is much appreciated.

"Oh, baby, I wanna see what I've been missing out on." he says whilst putting his fingers inside the slits of her bra; his words indicating how he views this blonde stranger's boobs as a competent substitute for the breasts of his in-law's and how he will finally get to see what they look like.

With his fingers invading the small openings of her bra, he brutishly begins pulling his fingers to the sides, diverging them from each other as he attempts to rip her top open. It doesn't go as easy as he expected, after all, it is a garment that was made to be sturdy, but with enough perseverance and lust-induced might, the bra's material starts weakening and the sound of tearing can be heard. Slowly to his eyes, the blonde's perky and very symmetrical 34DD breasts are revealed to the grown pervert's eyes, and it only gets better for him from there as he keeps tearing away at her sports bra to uncover more of her chestbound spheres which barely even sag when no longer having the support of her upper garment. At a loss for words, his mouth stays frozen in the shape of an O as he can't believe he's finally getting to see what he really thinks are his sister-in-laws tits, even though the blonde's boobs have small pink nipples that help emphasize the large nature of her bust, while his sister-in-law's sport big, brown areolas that surround her perpetually erect nipples, but him not knowing that is what keeps this falsehood a truth for him. As semi-superfluous as it was at this point, he pulls the destroyed sports bra up over her already-exposed titties, just because he felt like the fabric would still be getting in the way of the things he'd be doing to them.

"Sharon, I've wanted these tits for so long..." he says under his breath, fully immersed in his coping strategy for not being able to the boobs of his wife's sister for so long. As he fervidly squeezes away at the DDs of the blonde who is unsuspecting of both him and how her identity is being imposed on, he lowers his head down to her chest and goes in to put as much of his mouth that he could over her titty and begin to loudly slurp on it. The noise that came from his sucking was extremely harsh to the ears, luckily there was no one around capable of being able to experience such an obnoxious stimulus. He alternated between breasts, being just as loud and disgusting with the two of them and having them glisten with the copious amount of spit he left on them. Seeking more satisfaction from the stand-in of Sharon, he stood back up straight, pushed her against a machine with her front still facing him, and made a hole in the crotch of her leggings whilst making sure to get her panties off to the side. Grabbing his dick, he squatted a bit to get his penis inside her, and after penetrating her, he put his hands under her thighs and lifted her up into the air, her back sliding up against the machine as she was elevated. Like he'd become a few decades younger, he began pounding the fake-tittied blonde's pussy with all the dormant lust he had for the hotter body of his wife's sister. He had his eyes centered on her DDs: her big, perky, stiffly-bouncing, spherical DDs. The blonde who was unknowingly helping the man alleviate some long-term stress, had a face devoid of any care, completely mismatching the energy the guy was putting out, and also literally the energy of what was being put into her; normal under these circumstances, though. "Ahhhhhhhh! Ssssssssss-AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he started vocalizing the pleasure he felt, sharply breathing in along with it as well. With no regard for her wellbeing, he let go of the blonde, resulting in her having an uncomfortable descent down onto the gym mat with her tailbone being what made contact with it first. Putting his weight forward on the machine, he bent his erection down and began jizzing all over the girl's breasts whilst letting out a loud, orgasmic cry that went, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, TAKE THAT, SHARON!!! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM ALL OVER YOUR FAT, FUCKING TITTIES, YA WHORE!!!" as he was still coping with stress.

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Getting all of what had been produced out, there being so much of it that part of his hand was coated in white that he would end up wiping all of it in the blonde's hair, he took a deep breath and began slowly pacing to somewhere he didn't even know, all he knew was that something else would eventually catch his eye if he were to just keep going forward. His method of meandering would quickly show results when he saw against one of the gym's walls, a thirty-something White woman with a mild tan doing a handstand against the wall with her legs in a full split. Passing through some women who he couldn't bother paying attention to, he went up to the limber lady whose face was towards the wall, and not the slowly approaching man that was coming at her whilst massaging his penis. Stopping in front of her, he just looked directly down at the stretching woman's plump and very toned ass cheeks that were being tightly hugged by her turquoise leggings that stuck to her body so much, that it was like second skin, especially with how the divide between her ass was so apparent and how perfectly contoured every bit of curve and muscle was; her turquoise racerback sports bra being the same in the sense that whatever skin on her back it left exposed, let one be able to see how well-sculpted her back and shoulder blades were.

"Holy COW, the stuff you can get away with when working out in a gym exclusively for women." he says as he rubs himself off to the extremely well-reared woman just minding her business; unknowingly being objectified in the place she'd least expect it.

Raising a hand up, he swiftly brings it down to strike the balancing woman's ass cheek. With has hand on her butt, he curls every one of his fingers in and squeezes the fatty meat of her ass with a **** that would cause anybody to wince and even sound out their pain, but that couldn't happen in this context. He did this act of slapping and clawing over and over with each cheek, getting himself more and more aroused every time he did so. It soon got to the point of him escalating things to property destruction, in other words, ripping open her leggings. The woman's ass cheeks came out jiggling with all their plumpness when he teared a hole great enough to have them both cleanly and clearly exposed in the black thong they were swallowing up into the crack of her booty (that she'd showcase on social media). He pulled the obstructive strip of her underwear to the side and gazed at the pinkness of her pussy. With a reflexive lick of the lips, he brought his hand over her slit and started rubbing it in a circular motion, watching the vibrant pink of her labia swirl around as he felt its moisture mix in with the sweat of his paws. As he did this, he would begin using the hand he had his dick in as a facilitator in whacking his cock on her ass cheek as if it were a drum, which it kind of was reminiscent of given the way it oscillated with each hit and also the nice, fleshy sound it made whenever he struck it.

"And oh man, the stuff I can get away with when I'm invisible." he says as he softly beats her ass cheek with his penis.

Combined with all of the movement she wasn't accounting for (that being the man liberally touching her) and also the man being careless about he's affecting her balance, these two factors would culminate in the woman losing balance and awkwardly falling over to the side as she was incapable of knowing that she toppled over, and therefore had no way of bracing for the fall. Although the man was caught off guard by this sudden event and even jumped back from her as she fell, it didn't get to him too much as made clear by how he just stepped over to her side, grabbed her leg, pulled her towards him with it, and put his dick right in her pussy to start fucking her sideways. It was a very awkward sight, one which looked comfortable for only one party as the woman was upside down with her ass in the air and her shoulders and face being used as support for the rest of the body, while the man was having the time of his life dipping his dick in and out of her hole.

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As he gives the woman his dick and possibly an ache in the neck and other parts of her body that will not be acknowledged, he sees two girls in their mid-twenties enter his vision in front of him. Both of them were Hispanic, 5'3, but one had black hair that went down to her shoulder blades, while the other had black neck-length hair. The one with the longer hair was wearing a red tank top and grey leggings, clothes that showed she didn't have much going on in terms of conventional sex appeal, but still good-looking nonetheless. The shorter-haired girl wearing her orange sports bra with a criss-cross back and a white pair of leggings was a sharp contrast to her modest friend with how obviously bigger the size of her titties were, and also having a more pronounced ass and thicker thighs (but not as thick as the woman he was currently fucking). Still casually sinking the wholeness of his cock inside the woman whose balancing act he ruined, he watches the smiling Latinas who are just some feet away from him. The one with the shorter hair clips whatever loose hair she has up before getting down on the mat in front of her friend who has her back facing the wall that the guy is standing next to. On the mat and with her legs parted in a V so that her friend can stand in between them, short-haired girl raises her legs and lower back up into the air, and from there, starts splitting her legs as she lowers them backwards until her toes go past her head and touch the mat, resulting in her doing the Supta Konasana pose.

"OH, would ya look at that!" he says in response to seeing such a well-executed pose, but not because of its finesse, but because she looked hot doing it.

Pulling out of the uncomfortably oriented woman and then giving her plump ass cheek a big smack goodbye, he walks on over to the girls to join them. Placing himself right over the head of the stretching girl where she can have a good view of his crotch and his face that's looking directly down at her as if she were just an ant to him, he observes her and her friend who currently has her hands on the short-haired one's thighs as a means of helping her stretch out just a little bit more. Staring down at her big bust that's being restrained by her sports bra, a twitch in his cock compels him to squat down on the balls of his feet right over her until his member is just barely hitting her face. In this lowered stance, he reaches out for her bosom and gets to pawing her big boobies like any other normal-functioning heterosexual male would do in this situation. With the mighty grip strength he has being fueled by his libido, he clutches the girl's tits with no remorse, exerting as much **** as he can so that he could feel the softness of her sizeable breasts through the firmness of her sports bra.

"Alrighty, missy. Let's see what you're working with." he said under his breath in a way that came off more perverted than usual.

Tired of being on the balls of his feet, he did a short drop onto his knees, causing him to now being sitting on her face with his hairy ass almost completely smothering her, and balls resting on her lips, letting him feel whatever mouth movements she made. With one hand being taken off her chest, he took it and dug it right into her cleavage, and with it in there, reached under one of her breasts to grab its underside lift it out from the confines of her top. Taking her titty out let him see the 32G amazingness she was sporting, entering his view as it softly bounced and jiggled around like gelatin. He did the same exact thing for her other tit, and freeing it felt just as good as it did the first time. He pulled her bra down below her breasts as much as he could so that her G-cup goods would have enough space to rock around on their own without interference of her obstructive garment. With such a large pair of mammaries out in front of him and his erection, he sunk himself even lower, further asphyxiating the girl with his posterior in an effort to bring his cock closer to her boobs. Taking her breasts in his hands, he did his best to get his penis between them in the position he had assumed, and once in a good enough spot, he would use her titties to give himself a boobjob. There was essentially no lubrication and no rhythm with the tittyfuck, it was mediocre, but wasn't a problem for the guy since having such big tits in his hands and also touching his penis was good enough; it was just the novelty that he craved since he knew he would never be able to do this kind of outercourse with his wife.

He would find himself quickly bored with the boobjob he was unexperienced with giving himself as it was too exhausting for him and didn't give him that much pleasure to want to continue. His attention would quickly shift to the longer-haired girl who he was very near as she had her torso bent at an angle as she was still helping her friend with her long stretch. The man, in all his horniness, would shoot his hands up and plant them on the sides of her face to then pull her head down to him so that he could start kissing her in the most one-sided way possible. He would shove his tongue inside her unresponsive mouth and throw it everywhere inside there. His lips would cover hers and even more than that as he essentially did a conquest on the bottom part of her face. His hands would migrate from her face, to up the sides of her head where they would enter her hair, and then further back to the rear of her head where he would mess her hair up in the process of getting carried away with making out with her. In his heated state, he would feel the fabric of the girl's tank top and start clawing at it, eventually leading him to tear it open in the back and continue from there to its straps. Finding struggle in breaking the strap, he would disengage from kissing her so he could see what he was trying to destroy, subsequently leading to him shredding a strap in a brutish fashion and having its destruction continue down throughout the rest of the material in the front. Her flat stomach and small bra was now partially exposed, being only covered by whatever barely intact piece of her top was still remaining. Although they weren't of the the same grandeur of her short-haired friend's G-cups, the man still felt excitement when he lifted the girl's bra up to see her little 32A boobs. He touched them a little bit before then going back to touching her friend's much larger bust, delegating the long-haired one to just a pair of lips for him to slobber on.

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He was very content with both the figurative and physical position he was in, having some big breasts to touch and a girl's soft lips to kiss all over was working out just right for him. It was then that all of a sudden he heard a loud thud out of nowhere, a thud that got his attention and had him look around to see where it came from. Looking past the machines behind him, he saw someone picking something up, and being the investigative person he was, got up and went over to see who was clumsy enough to let such a thing take him out of the buzz of his bizarre threesome. Squeezing himself through the fitness contraptions that were in his way, he eventually ended up in the middle of the room where there were a bunch of workout benches that came in all sorts of configurations, and racks of free weights. He didn't need to do any extra searching when he got to the source of the thud since he'd kept his eyes on the culprit. It was a Middle-Eastern girl in her mid-twenties who had tousled black hair that cascaded down to her waist, and was also working up a sweat given how her brown skin. Her gym attire consisted of black leggings that contoured her moderate thighs, and a heather gray sports bra whose bottom band was white instead of the matching gray, having the name of its manufacturer printed on it in bold, black text that wrapped around the band. Sitting on one of the workout benches, she was just on her phone, very slowly sliding her finger up its giant screen as she looked at social media. The man was right about her being the one who made the thud since she dropped two heavy dumbbells after finishing her fourth set of dumbbell front raises, but he didn't really care about what it was that she exactly made the noise with as he was more intrigued by her prominent bust. With his dick wagging up and down at the sight of her faintly glistening cleavage, he reached a hand out to put on her very heated bosom which was raising up and down quite noticeably due to how fatigued she was. He pinched the top of her boob with all five of his fingers, squeezing it rapidly and grinning ear to ear as he derived the most perverted pleasure from taking sexual advantage of a person who was not in the know.

In the middle of him playing with her titty whilst also squeezing his boner, the girl took the sports bottle she had in her other hand and brought it up, holding it at a slight downward angle in front of her face. Opening her mouth, she squeezed the bottle and let a stream of water out into her mouth. Seeing her hydrate herself like this spawned an idea in the guy's mind, that idea compelling him to snatch the bottle out of her hand, incidentally getting some of the water on her face. Aiming the bottle at her chest, he—in a quite violent way—squeezed the bottle and let out a jet of water onto her chest. Water rushed down the slopes of her breasts, a good portion of it running down in between her cleavage where it would then have a hard time escaping out from the bottom of her bra. Before he even knew it, he had emptied out all of the bottle's contents onto her bustiness, leaving the front of her torso a drenched mess and her sports bra a darker shade of gray. Tossing the bottle behind him, he knelt in front of her so that his eyes would be at about the same level as her chest for when he would eventually see what her bra was holding inside. Gripping the freshly soaked material of her bra with both hands, he raised it up and watched her 34Fs slide out from the tight confines of their fabric prison. A both surprised and amused breath of air escaped his mouth when he saw just how huge the dark saucers she had for areolas were, not to mention the thick buds that were her nipples. Going on to get the bra off her body at a fast rate, he'd then move his hands down to touch them, and from there start unrelentingly twisting her stiff nipples like radio dials, doing it in such a way that it was almost like he wanted to get a reaction out of her from how unpleasant it should've felt. He'd then move on to pulling her nipples, having a sort of mini tug of war that involved him pulling straight back on them and seeing how far her F-cup boobies would stretch out before releasing his tight pinch and seeing them snap back against her chest where they'd then jiggle for a while before being subjected again to what was essentially titty ****.

"I think I've got a new exercise for ya..." he pushes her back until she's laid flat on the bench, "it's called getting FUCKED!" he says.

In his pumped-up state, he would go on to rip open a hole in her leggings, starting at the crotch and not stopping until most of the sides of both her thighs were generously exposed and rendered useless for proper wear. Pulling her panties aside, he would lift her legs up in the air and sit himself on the little amount of bench space that was left for him, and as he was just on the edge of the bench, he would raise her pelvis just enough so that he could align her vagina with his penis for penetration. Sticking himself into her, he let her legs rest on top of his shoulders and gripped the tops of her thighs for leverage as he started shifting his sweaty ass back and forth on the padded leather surface of the bench. His eyes would land somewhere between the girl's absent face which made him feel as though they were distant since her head was at the other end and he was at the opposite. The other place his eyes would be nearly lingering on would be her large boobs that were heaving up and down in a soft, jiggly goodness as she uncaringly got her pussy fucked. As he got more and more into it, he would start gripping her toned, yet soft thighs, even slapping his hand against them and pulling at the skin. He got into it so much that he would unknowingly start pushing the girl farther up on the workout bench as the intensity of his thrusts went up. Inch by inch, her lain body slid up the bench as the man worked himself out with her body, going so far up that her head started dangling off the edge and soon the general area of her shoulders/trapezius would do follow suit. It was then that he noticed how he was further up the bench and that she was as well, but her partially hanging off wasn't what he really saw, instead it was the way her big, F-cup breasts were shifting further back due to gravity pulling their weight more towards her face as they now rocked more heavily upward, almost like they were about to punch her chin.

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Right as he closed his eyes to focus more on the feeling of the girl's pussy and the sensation of her thighs being in his grasp, he would suddenly hear a loud CLANK, disrupting his sexual zen. Looking around, he saw the person responsible and disengaged from the girl, leaving her both bottomless and topless as she stayed reclined on the workout bench. Walking over to the person who wasn't far from where he was, he would stop in front of the sweating White girl that was in her mid-twenties, deadlifting a barbell in front of the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up into a competent bun and looked to be as workout-friendly as her clothing which consisted of a pair of silver compression shorts and a sports bra that kept her impressive bust from hindering her activity. Looking totally focused in front of her though the man and into the mirror, she inhaled audibly before doing another well-executed rep, and then dropping the weight down with another CLANK accompanying it.

"Oh no you don't!" he said.

Clamping her sweaty head in between his hands with a **** that would make one think that their head was about to be crushed, the man crammed is cock into the bent-over blonde's mouth and started fucking her mouth with a vengeance. There was no respite for her mouth as he viciously pistoned his hips back and forth, letting the girl taste what he's been getting up to lately, or more literally, what his penis has been getting into recently. Having been already brought near to climax thanks to his session with the girl on the workout bench, it wasn't long before his dick his erupted with jizz that would find itself going down her esophagus and ending up in her stomach where it would be mixed in with the supplements drink she had prior to her exercising.

Letting a deep breath out, he took himself out her mouth and wrapped around behind her, placing himself right behind her. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her tight-fitting shorts, he shimmied them down her body, revealing her quite plain ass that was made less plain by the fact that it was in good shape a result of her fitness efforts. With a forceful yank down at her underwear, he exposed her cunt, grabbed her hips, and plunged his way inside her. What would've been the sound of her dropping the weight down repeatedly had he not intervened, was now replaced with the sounds of him hitting against her ass cheeks. Seeing the way her ponytail was moving made him take a hand off her hip and grab it, thusly compelling him to yank her head back with it, making the gaze she had on the reflection of herself in the mirror go up to the ceiling. He moved his other hand from her hip up to her shoulder, letting him have a grip on her that was both effective and made him feel powerful in a way pummeled the stalled girl's pussy. He would break the sight he had of his penis going in and out of her to look up and see himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of him having sex in public with a girl who couldn't care as all others continued about their day in the gym as if everything was going accordingly.

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As he admired his own self in the mirror, a voluptuous White girl with an attractively chubby physique would appear in his peripherals as she walked up close to the mirror. Seeing such curves made him cease the fucking he was giving to the perpendicular girl and instead move on to the human thickness that had just emerged. Stepping up behind the bespectacled, and a very tad bit nerdy-looking raven-haired girl whose hair was tied back into a ponytail while in the front she had blunt bangs covering her forehead, the guy's eyes would stay on her huge butt which was wrapped up in the black capri leggings she wore and made looking at her wide rear all the more pleasurable. He'd put his hands out in front of him, orienting them in an undergrip so that when he got close enough, his palms would be filled with the fatty goodness that are her voluptuous ass cheeks. He squeezed as hard as he could, almost as if he wanted tear a piece of her booty off, but that would end when gripping them too hard proved a slight bit uncomfortable for his forearms. With his hold on her, he'd start shaking her cheeks up and down and even pulling them apart and squishing them back together repeatedly, kind of treating her backside like clay.

"Bouta post this and get mad likes." she says, the guy only barely hearing this.

Looking up from the fatty goodness she was packing in the back, he would see in the mirror the girl holding her smartphone up in front of the mirror and doing a duckface as she looked at her phone's screen and took multiple nuanced photos off herself. Showing instant disgust in the girl's vanity due to the negative feelings he holds towards the younger generations and their habits, he thinks it'd be a good idea for him to give her something he thinks would be worth photographing. Looking down from the reflection of her face, his eyes would see the girl's massive bust, and a tiny nuke would go off in his mind upon gazing at what had to be the biggest boobs he had seen all day. The black tank top she was wearing was made out of a sheer material that allowed him anyone else to see that through her top was no bra, allowing for people to just barely see her nipples (she only dressed like this in the gym). With his heart pounding, he would shoot his hands around to the front of her and clutch her juggs with all his might before mauling them around in a way much more intense than what he was doing to her ass, and at the same time he did this, he also pressed up against her to rub his steel-like erection all around on her back.

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed the sides of her tank and started pushing them inward towards each other, that way they'd converge toward the middle of her chest where he'd scrunch up the fabric between her cleavage to let her enormous 36J knockers be left fully uncovered. The man was practically staring laser beams at the reflection of the girl's brown, coaster-sized areolas and the bar piercings that went through her nipples. Once again, he seized the girl's giant tits, violently groping all the fat they had to offer. At one point his eyes would wander off to the screen of her phone where he'd see her still snapping shots of herself, only this time, she had her naked breasts in the shot, a thing that brought a smile to his face. Whilst groping the grand goods of the self-absorbed girl, another of the gym's patrons would come up beside them and pick up two lightweight dumbbells and step back to start doing bicep curls.

"Wonder if this broad's honkers weigh just as much as those." he says as he looks at the weights get lifted.

Looking back in the mirror at what he's doing with her chest, he comes up with a little fun thing to do with her. Letting go of her J-cups and having them fall down and slap against her chest once upon reaching the apex of their descent, he would turn the girl sideways, letting him get a profile view of what had to be her most prized possessions. With minor movement, he stepped around to be in front of her: this way of directly facing the indecently exposed girl making his heart palpitate since he could practically feel her aura emanating from her hefty boobs. Raising his hands up to cup the underside of her breasts, he began lifting them like weights, simulating a bicep curl. They certainly had a substantial amount of weight to them, but just as certainly lacked the feel of actual iron, instead feeling very soft and malleable as boobs should. His eyes were locked on her brown nipples, following them as they went up and back down with each rep. Wondering what he looked like, he turned his gaze to the mirror and saw himself working out alongside the patron that gave him this silly idea, causing him to smile and even admire the way he looked (although it was nothing to be impressed by).

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Taking the bit of using a female's big breasts to do a workout to the next level by way of taking his hands off her and doing a breather as a means of simulating a rest period, even though he was in no way fatigued from the lifting, he just idled in front of the girl, waiting an arbitrary amount of time before getting on with the next set curls as doing something as corny as this was just that entertaining to him. But it was when he was looking around the gym just for the sake of looking around in the meantime that he caught in his view a very intriguing woman running on one of the treadmills some distance away from him. Being captivated more by her than the raven-haired girl he was just using, he briskly started heading on over to her, only delaying his travel over there when he—on a whim—turned back around to the girl just to hit her across her monstrous mammaries that swayed heavily from side to side. Getting back on track, he made his way over to the woman, stopping in front of the machine. He would watch the fairly tanned, 5'6 White woman with her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail that danced around as she jogged in her white leggings and yellow sports bra which had a zipper on the front. Although she was slim on the bottom, having modest legs, thighs, and ass, she was very much indeed packing up top as her bosom that was being emphasized by her sports bra was practically trying to escape out the top of her garment, seeing as how there was so much jiggling being held back by the bra's tightness. Enamored by another woman's great bust, he would come closer to the machine and put his hands on it as if it were the railing at a zoo that was meant to separate the guest from the animal's habitat, watching in awe the rapid bouncing of this stranger's bust.

Refusing to tease himself any longer, he reached out to her chest and tried grabbing the zipper, only to fail at doing so due to the fact that she was moving so much. He would try a few more times, getting a bit frustrated in the process, before finally getting a tight pinch on it. Impatient enough, he would pull the zipper down with much ease due to the fact that her movements incidentally helped in the process, leading to her sports bra getting split down the middle and opening up to set free her huge 32Hs. With her tits out in full-view, he would stare at them as they were bouncing right there in front of him, pink areolas and soft nipples and all just moving up and down as her boobs did in the process of her jogging.

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He would do the obvious thing and grab her breasts, coincidentally stabilizing them as he groped her bustiness. During this, he would see a trio of happy, young women whose common trait was their fetching beauty, pass by behind the woman big-titted woman he had his hands on, entering into what he would quickly see was the locker room that wasn't too far away from where he was. Getting high over the thought of tainting the sanctity of the opposite sex's place of changing just by being a man in there would cause him to stop his handling of the blonde's H-cups and pursue the group. While going around the row of treadmills, he would again run into the two Hispanic girls who he was earlier doing some perverted yoga with. Same as before, they were smiling and just looking like friends enjoying each other's company, and also remaining oblivious to each other's ill-dressed states - with how the long-haired one was wearing a ruined tank top with her bra pulled up over her A-cups, and the one with the shorter hair still having her sports bra tucked underneath the boobage of her 32Gs that she had been going around the place with letting hang out. The two of them would push a button on the treadmill that would start the machine and commence their warm-up walk, making the man stop to watch the two of them. Being again lured in more by the shorter-haired one, he would watch her tantalizing rear be set in motion, observing how each plump cheek of hers would alternate up and down with every step she took.

Knowing that he could get more out of this, he went up behind the girl who was looking to her side at her friend whom she was speaking with, and stretched his arms out to grip her leggings to rip a gaping hole in them, letting him see the white panties she had on and also the bare skin of bouncing booty. Grabbing it with his nails digging into the fat, he'd feel her exercise as it was in a way being channeled through the motions of her butt, very so slightly guiding his hands up and down just like how her cheeks went. Letting one hand go, he'd pull his hand back and bring it forth with speed and power to smack her butt cheek as he still gripped the other. His eyes took in every bit of the jiggling occurred after he hit it, and the same would happen when he did it again, and then again after that one, and again, again, again, and so forth as he began wailing on her single butt cheek whilst also sinking his nails into the other which he had a concerningly strong grip on, but that was in no way an issue since it wasn't interrupt their conversation or their workout.

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Realizing that he shouldn't be occupying himself so much with someone who he's already spent enough time with in the past, he stops his torturous, yet sexual deeds and goes forth to the locker room. Entering the place, he felt the air was warmer and thicker due to this being the place females shower after exercising. He would hear the voices of the trio that he had only a small memory of what they sounded like, this prompting him to use that sound as a guide to them. He would pass multiple rows, looking down each of them, only to see mainly nothing but long benches and the lockers that sandwiched them. He'd go at a brisk pace, zooming past rows that were for the most part empty, that is until he passed by one row that had one lone person occupying it. Making an abrupt stop and then walking, he'd see in that row was the Middle-Eastern girl he was messing with, but unlike the Hispanic girls who remained in their compromised attire, she was in a new change of clothes: having on a loose-fitting yellow shirt and a pair of navy shorts. He approached her as she was standing up and fitting her feet into her sneakers, the girl having her torso bent forward at an angle meant he could look at the plentiful cleavage her shirt showed. Getting to the end of the row where she was, he grabbed her shoulder and stopped her just as she finished putting her shoes and had turned around to head on her way. Turning her back around to have her face him, he looked at the swells on her chest, admiring how large and round they were, and with no apprehension, he went on to tear her shirt open with barely any struggle, and wouldn't stop ripping until it was in rags. Dropping the shirt on the floor, he'd move on to her shorts, taking them down and then pulling her feet out from them. He would for the second time today gawk at the girl's G-cups as they were being cradled in the black bra she wore, and for the second time today he would take off the garment that held them and watch as her very big boobs dropped free into sight, greeting his eyes with the dark areolas they had.

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Having undone her entire changing routine, minus her panties since he liked the way they looked on her, he would fondle her breasts, but that would be short-lived as he heard noise from the trio, reminding him that something new awaits him. The man took from the girl who would now have to leave the place bare-chested and looking like the world's most generous exhibitionist the way she would be letting such a hot body like hers be available for people's viewing pleasure (in the event that they could view her). It would be just a few rows away from where he was just at that he would find the trio of young women all in varying states of undress and talking with each other. The one his eyes happened to land on first was the 5'9 South Asian who had her black hair tied up into a knot and was in her matching white bra and panties, letting him see her moderate and decently toned physique. Standing on the other side of the bench was the 5'5 Southeast Asian girl who had fairly long black hair with blonde highlights in it and was topless with her 36B boobs exposed as she put away her bra; the bottom portion of her body contrasting with her top portion due to the fact that her waist was so curvy and her thighs were just so thick along with the fact that she had a voluptuous ass to go with it. And the East Asian girl who had fair skin and was the same height as the Southeast Asian girl she stood next to had her bone-straight black hair in a low ponytail that her bra and panties were almost the same shade of jet black as; her defining characteristic were her big breasts.

"Man! Who to start off with? The tall one, the one with the fat butt, or the one with the tits?" he said, rubbing his hands together whilst alternating focus between the three.

It was when he set sights back onto the one with the low ponytail that he would see her multitasking between looking at her friend next to her while she spoke to her about something, and at the same time having her hands behind her back as she unclasped her bra and let it sink down to the point that she could casually slide the straps down her shoulders and have her bra fall forward to let her 34DDs out into the open. Seeing this unaware young woman undress so nonchalantly in front of his eyes whilst in a dialogue, spurred him to jolt towards her with his hands out and take her fine titties into his grasp. Despite being pushed hard against the metal lockers and also having her prominent chest mauled, she still had her head turned to the side with a smile on her face that showed off her dimples as she listened to her friend whose eye contact had been broken from hers. He kneaded her soft breasts like they were the toughest things known to man, gripping them tightly and taking advantage of their malleable nature. He'd go on to squat down somewhat and mash his face into the cleavage he would create by pressing her DDs together, and would then vigorously motorboat them.

"...even if that were true, I still don't—" the tall girl's sentence is stopped as she starts to suddenly cough out loud.

"Raya, do you need a cough drop?" the girl he's motorboating jokingly asks and even does a bit of laughter with the girl next to her after making said comment. The vibrations of these sounds being felt by the guy as they were channeled throughout her body, hence making his face feel them through her breasts.

"ACK! Ugh! No way, Jayd. Think some tea when I get home will help." Raya responds, nastily getting whatever's ailing her out of her system for the time being.

"You said that yesterday. There's gotta be something else other than tea you can use." the girl beside Jayd chimed in.

"Like what, Diana?" Raya asks.

"Like my COCK!" the man decides to involve himself more in their interaction, pulling his face out from Jayd's bosom.

Turning around to face Raya, he steps up on the bench where he now towers over the three even more than before, looking down on their naked figures as if they're lower than him and are nothing but objects for his own entertainment. His eyes locked on to Raya, specifically her running mouth, and with his dick not far from her face, he reached down to grab her head by its sides and pull her towards his crotch where he would go on to jam his manhood right into her mouth until there was one less woman speaking, and one more woman mumbling. With ****, he guided her head forward and back, fashioning her head into a fleshlight that vibrated on his cock for added pleasure. He would nestle the fingers of one hand into her hair that was at the back of her head so he could have a good enough grip to take his other hand off and slip it into her bra to feel up her 38C titty. With that single-handed grip, he would be jerking the girl's head around in whatever manner he felt would make him feel good at that moment. He might keep it traditional and shove her head back and forth, or switch to a side to side pattern that had the base of his genitalia hitting the corners of her mouth, or just twist her head entirely in random directions to experience multiple things at once, a chaotic method that proved to be just as good as the former two.

"Hey, you guys think you can come with me to buy some new panties? Think I need some new ones since these ones ain't that comfortable and I have a lot of these." Diana says.

Hearing her, the man turned his head back to see the short girl below him fidgeting around with her panties. From his bird's-eye view, he saw from another angle just how thick Diana's rear was, seeing the way it jutted out so noticeably from the rest of her body, sort of distinguishing itself in the same way a sedan's trunk distinguishes itself from the car's main body. From one impulse to the next, he would dismissively push Raya's head away like she'd been a parasite leeching him for his cum all along, and hop down to grab Diana by her womanly hips. With little to no gentleness, he would lift her up into the air and drop her down onto the bench with one knee landing on it while the other leg idled by the bench's side. He would let her fall forward and hit her face on the bench, this causing her body to be oriented at angle that would have her fat ass up in the air right in front of him. Wasting no time, he hooked his fingers in her panties and shimmied them down the smoothness of her skin, his nails sometimes scratching on her butt cheeks. It was then that her bald pussy would be revealed to him and would then prompt him to slam his hands down onto her thick butt that would produce a resounding CLAP throughout the vicinity and make her cheeks jiggle enticingly. Standing up with one of his legs on each side of the bench and just a little above his target, he would dip himself down inside of Diana's hole and let the warmness of her vagina envelope his member, just to then feel the warmness of her plump ass cheeks make contact with his thighs once he was all the way inside. Like the unstoppable sex fiend he'd become, he would begin pounding away at Diana's backside with no regard for how her face was dragging back and forth against the bench, her hair shrouding all of her face as it fell forward. He would have one hand gripping and clawing the fattiness of one of her butt cheeks, and the other hand clutching onto her waist for the sake of leverage, holding her steady with his fingers being dug into the outermost side of her soft midriff as he actively controlled how her body would motion after each time he slammed himself into her.

"...all this talk about lingerie now has me wanting to buy a new bra. I swear, these things just don't wanna cooperate with whatever they're put in." he tunes into Jayd saying something, thus making him look at her and see her cupping her big DDs in her hands and raising them up before letting go and having them drop down with a jiggle he just found too sexy.

Turned on by this, he reached for Jayd's arm and grabbed it to then yank her towards him, causing her to stumble over and fall next to him. Not feeling the slightest bit of care towards how he just manhandled her, he gave her titty a good slap that caused it to jiggle around like the skin gelatin it was, and then go on to grab it and commence another round of violently groping her boobs. With his attention and motor capabilities diverged, he moved his hand from Diana's ass up to her hair where he would take a fistful of it and yank her up by it and pull her head back, causing her neck to be curved and her back to be arched as she was now looking up while being screwed doggy style with her limp arms just dangling in the air as she wasn't using them for anything at the moment, making her look even more like the sex doll she'd been made into.

"...but that store's bras may not be a good fit for you. We should try the store at the other mall because..." Raya spoke and the guy started listening, but quickly tuned out as quickly fixated on the fact that she was the only one here with her tits not out.

He would do something about this when he let go of Jayd to shoot his hand out at her bra and snatch it down to exposed her 38C bust that did a nice jiggle upon reveal. Seeing the way her dark nipples and perky breasts came out so energetically with how they jiggled up and down so quickly and sat nicely high on her chest with barely any jiggle made him experience a feeling in his mind and penis great enough to have him get a little light-headed and also ejaculate inside Diana. A series of grunts would be made by him as the climax proved to be very stimulating, so much so that he didn't bother taking his penis out of Diana for a while, just letting it sit inside her all mixed up with the cum that eventually came to overflow out from her pussy.

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"Alright, you slow-asses. Let's hurry up and get in the showers already!" Jayd said, still being on the floor."SHOWERS?! HOLY FUCK, I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT IN THE SHOWER!" the man perks up as he hears about there being showers in the locker room, never bothering to think about this commonality amongst places like this.

Knowing what he wanted to do next, he sprung up from his temporary rest, pushing Diana off to the side and onto the floor as he rushed forward to find the shower area. Luckily for him, it didn't take too long for him to find it since he managed to naturally head in the right direction. Upon reaching the area, a middle-aged White woman with neck-length blonde hair would come out from one of the rows, her noticeably voluptuous body wrapped up in a towel as she headed into the showering area. Horny as can be, he rushed forth with unprecedented speed, setting foot onto the wet floor that was made from a material different than what the rest of the locker room had.

"COME OVER HERE YOU FUCKING BI— OH SHI—"

Due to his negligence of being careful when running, the man would slip backwards on the wet surface, flinging his heavy body up into the air and then landing with the back of his head coming down first on the floor, ending up in him getting a fatal concussion.

<u>The End</u>