Lady Lessons Part Three: The Trainer

Abby scouts the gym like it's her personal menu. Freshman girls roll through every day, and she never wastes a chance. Today it's Veronica—tiny, perky, and just cocky enough to walk right up and say hi first. Veronica knocks once and the door opens. Abby leads her straight to the studio, eyes already checking how the clothes hug that tight frame. She tells her to stretch, but it’s really about the view when Veronica bends over. That ass pops, round and firm, and Abby’s palms land on it like they belong there. A squeeze turns into a grip, a grip turns into a kiss, and suddenly they’re devouring each other’s mouths like they’ve been waiting weeks. Abby peels the gear off. Veronica’s small tits bounce free, nipples tight. Abby sucks one, feeds Veronica the other, then strips herself bare. They hit the floor tangled, skin sliding, hips already grinding for more. Abby goes down first—tongue flat on Veronica’s shaved pussy, licking long and slow before sucking the swollen clit like it’s candy. Veronica’s moaning, legs twitching. They switch. Abby straddles Veronica’s face, feeding her soft pink lips while her own mouth dives back between Veronica’s thighs. Wet sounds fill the room, both girls swapping spit and slick like it’s the only language they know. Abby rocks her hips, grinding down until her thighs shake. She stands last, palms on the glass, back arched, cumming hard while Veronica keeps licking through every pulse.