Not at all

Olivia stands up, her smile turning tender as she cups his face in her hands. “I’m glad you think so,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss him again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Olivia breaks the kiss, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and desire. She glances around the changing room, the faint hum of the gym equipment and the muffled chatter of people outside creating a charged atmosphere. Her fingers trail down his chest as she steps back, a playful smile curling her lips.

“John, I want you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine. She turns around, bending over one of the benches in the changing room, her hands gripping the edge as she looks back at him over her shoulder. “Right here. Right now.”

John’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes in the sight of her, her body taut with anticipation. He can hardly believe the turn of events, but the need in her eyes is unmistakable, and he finds himself unable to resist.

He steps forward, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing up her shorts and panties to reveal her glistening wetness. The sight of her, ready and waiting for him, ignites a fierce desire within him. He grips her hips, positioning himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes inside her, a deep groan escaping his lips as he feels her warmth envelop him. Olivia gasps, her back arching as she presses back against him, urging him deeper. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the thrill of their risky location, heightens every touch, every movement.

John begins to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first, savoring the feeling of her tight around him. But as Olivia moans and pushes back against him, he quickens his pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The bench creaks beneath them, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and soft gasps.

Olivia’s fingers dig into the bench, her knuckles white as she holds on, her moans growing louder with each thrust. “Yes, John, just like that,” she pants, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Harder.”

He complies, his hips slamming into her with increasing urgency. The risk of being caught only adds to the intensity, spurring him on as he drives into her, his grip on her hips tightening. The changing room is filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, the **** gasps and moans.

John feels himself nearing the edge, the tension building within him almost unbearable. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Olivia cries out, her body tensing with pleasure as his touch pushes her closer to the edge. The sensation of his fingers on her clit, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, sends her spiraling toward ecstasy.

“John, I’m… I’m so close,” she gasps, her voice strained with need.

He doesn’t reply, his own desire driving him on as he thrusts into her with increasing fervor. His movements become erratic, **** as he chases his own release. The sensation of her walls clenching around him pushes him to the brink, his control slipping away.

With one final, powerful thrust, John feels himself unraveling, he pulls out and she spins around as pleasure exploding through every nerve ending as he spills himself on her face. He cries out her name, his voice mingling with hers as they both succumb to the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

Olivia’s body shudders with the **** of her climax, her back arching as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. John holds her tightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as they both come down from the heights of pleasure.

For a moment, they remain locked together, their bodies pressed close, hearts pounding in sync. The changing room is filled with the heavy scent of sex, the evidence of their passion lingering in the air.

As their breathing slows and their heart rates return to normal, John presses a gentle kiss to the back of Olivia’s neck, his arms still wrapped around her.