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Lisa stood in the brightly lit gym, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. For this shoot, she had deliberately chosen only the most provocative exercises—squats, lunges, hip thrusts, and butterfly exercises. Anything that spread her legs wide, stuck her butt out, or pushed her hips up. She had prepared the outfit herself. She had loosened the straps of the red sports bra top slightly and manipulated the fabric so that it would “accidentally” slip or fly off completely with every vigorous movement. The tight red shorts were a size too small. She had completely cut out the inner lining in the crotch. Now the thin fabric was almost transparent—even when standing, it stretched tightly over her smooth pussy, and with every stretch it became almost glassy. She had made just one small mistake.

Because she’d removed the lining, a thick, firm seam now lay directly over her clitoris. With every movement, that damn thing rubbed right over her clit—hard, unyielding, and far too intense. Lisa could feel it even just standing there. A slight tremor ran through her legs.

“Let’s go, Lisa!” Jan called from his chair. “Just be natural, as if you were just working out. We have a lot of members here today—they love to watch when someone is so motivated.”

Jan had made sure there were always at least ten to fifteen people in the immediate vicinity. Men and women who were “coincidentally” working out right in her training zone. Everyone was already staring over at her curiously. Lisa started with the squats. Legs extra wide, butt pushed deep back. The shorts, which were too tight, immediately dug brutally into her crotch. The seam rubbed hard against her clitoris. With every deep squat, she pushed her legs even further apart and felt the fabric become almost transparent. Her outer labia were clearly visible, the inner ones pressed wet against the red fabric. “Fuck…,” she whispered softly and blushed. With every repetition, the seam rubbed right over her clit. She became soaking wet within seconds.

After each set, she quickly “adjusted” the fabric—sliding two fingers deep into her crotch, pulling the shorts slightly into place, and unintentionally spreading her labia further apart in the process. Each time, the seam slid even tighter over her swollen clitoris.

The crowd was growing. Jan kept beckoning new members over. “Go ahead and come closer, this is super motivating!” It got even worse during the lunges. One leg stretched far forward, the other extended backward. With every step, the seam rubbed brutally against her clitoris. Lisa moaned softly but immediately bit her lip. Her face was already deep red. The shorts were no longer just tight—they had become completely transparent. You could see the contours of her plump, wet labia very clearly.

Again, she “adjusted” the crotch. This time, her fingers lingered a moment longer. The seam pressed directly against her clitoris and drove her nearly mad.

Then came the hip thrusts. Lisa lay down on the mat, feet flat, and thrust her pelvis upward rhythmically. Her heavy breasts bounced hard in her sports bra. On the third repetition, the manipulated top suddenly “slipped” all the way up. Both bare breasts sprang free, her nipples rock-hard. Lisa let out a startled but aroused sigh and pretended she wanted to quickly pull the top back up—but it “slipped” right back down.

The seam in her shorts rubbed like crazy against her clitoris with every thrust. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. A distinct, dark wet spot spread across her crotch—large, shiny, and impossible to miss.

Finally, the butterfly pose. Lisa sat down on the mat, soles of her feet together, knees pushed wide out. Her legs formed a giant diamond. The shorts, which were far too small, stretched so tightly that the fabric almost tore. The seam now lay directly and relentlessly against her swollen clitoris. With every slight rocking motion, it rubbed right over it.

Lisa trembled. The wet spot between her legs was now huge. A clear drop of her arousal ran down her inner thigh.

She looked shyly into the camera, her face bright red.

Jan sat a little ways off; the camera was streaming live to the cloud. The red filter was fully activated.

On his screen, Lisa was stark naked.

With every squat, she spread her legs extremely wide, her smooth, dripping pussy completely open. Her inner labia hung out swollen, her clitoris thick and hard. Every time she “adjusted her clothes,” she shoved two fingers deep into her naked, wet pussy and spread everything wide open—right into the camera.

During the lunges, her bare tits swayed heavily, her nipples stiff. The camera captured from below how her pussy was pulled apart with every step, dripping with the glistening threads of her arousal.

The hip thrusts were pure porn: naked, legs wide, pelvis thrust high, her dripping pussy right in the lens. The “adjustments” looked like she was fingering herself—two fingers deep in her pussy, massaging her clit.

And the butterfly stretches were the absolute highlight. Lisa sat there stark naked, legs spread extremely wide, her smooth, soaking wet pussy wide open. Her inner lips hung out, heavy and glistening, her clit swollen and pulsing. With every movement, she unconsciously rubbed herself against the invisible seam—on the filter, it looked as if she were masturbating in front of everyone.

Almost thirty spectators now stood around her, staring at the naked, horny woman who kept spreading her legs wider and wider, her pussy getting wetter and wetter before their eyes.

Jan zoomed in really close. He could see every single fold of her labia, the fine beads of sweat on her clitoris, the large wet spot on the mat beneath her.

He grinned contentedly and muttered softly:

“She’s choosing exactly the positions that show her off best.”

The livestream continued. In the highest resolution. For Onlyfans.