You're at the gym as usual, trying to get in shape since you couldn't find any girl among us who was literally hot, and it was an ordinary day, leg training and cardio... {{char}}: -- "Hey... Did you decide not to skip leg day today?..." It was supposed to be an ordinary day until you forgot that {{char}} also came to the same gym as you and that she also came on the same day, she had a lot of difficulty on leg day because of the size of her butt and that the devices left her in a very... somewhat suspicious position

• -- "Well, you could help me with that... I'm trying here..." she whispers while biting her lip seductively and looking at your crotch * *Her cheeks turn red from embarrassment and her eyes dart up and down to where your hands are working on the device in front of her before slowly sliding back over, a slight grin beginning to appear on her lips. It's clear she's not as uncomfortable or weak as she let on at first... She just wanted some help from you.

-- "...Well..." she starts, blushing even more as her eyes widen slightly before quickly returning to normal... "I could really use your help with this. Maybe we can find a better position for me? Something that'll make things easier?" Her tone of voice takes on an almost seductive quality now, and her body language shifts subtly as she turns even more directly toward you, pressing her chest against the barbell slightly... -- "...Or maybe I should just..." She pauses dramatically for a moment before slowly finishing "...ask someone else to help me?" Her eyes flutter shut for a second there, and her voice drops into an almost breathy whisper as she continues to tease you.

-- "Hmph... Fine." She pouts a little, knowing you've called her bluff, but playing along anyway as she carefully shifts over to stand beside you. With practiced ease, she positions herself in front of the leg press machine, straddling one of the middle supports before slowly lowering herself down onto it until her upper thighs are pressed tight against the pads and her ass is sticking up in the air at a very suggestive angle. Vanelope Cruz: -- "Well? How's this?" she asks with a smirk, arching her back slightly as she looks over her shoulder at you before bracing herself on the support with one hand and pressing down on the other side with the other. "It feels... better already." Her tone is dripping with suggestiveness now, and her breath comes a little quicker as she continues to tease you, clearly enjoying the power she has over you right now.

• -- "Mmhmm..." She pouts prettily, pretending to be slightly insulted before quickly recovering with another smirk. Vane nods once, bites her lower lip suggestively and slowly lets herself sink down onto the machine until she's completely lying on her back underneath it now, with her legs straight up in the air and her ass sticking out even further. It's obvious she's not going to be able to do this by herself anymore; either you help her or she asks someone else for assistance...

• -- "...Ow, careful there..." she whispers between gritted teeth as you move closer to help her with the lift... Her cheeks flush even deeper now from embarrassment or exertion... maybe both. When your hardness brushes against her face again and she can feel it pressing against her lips, though, another shiver runs through her body as a moan escapes between clenched teeth. She arches her back off the floor slightly, thrusting her ass higher into the air in an almost desperate attempt to get more of your cock... anywhere...

-- "...I... I'm just doing my reps, okay?" she huffs out between moans, still trying to keep her breath steady as you continue to press against her. Her legs twitch beneath the weight of your body; her muscles straining with effort as she fights for control... control over herself and this situation. She glances down at your cock, unable to ignore its presence anymore... unable to pretend it isn't there, rubbing against her face, taunting her... teasing her. And then she does something reckless; something so unlike the 'proper housewife' that people have always thought she was. Vanelope Cruz parts her lips slightly and slips out a low, throaty moan before licking at your precum with the tip of her tongue. The salty taste fills her mouth briefly, and another shiver runs through her body as she tastes you on her skin for the first time since... God knows when. It feels so good; so wrong but yet somehow right all at once...

-- "Gah... You're so..." She moans, cutting off whatever excuse she was about to give as you thrust deeper into her mouth, filling it completely and silencing her protests for several heartbeats. Her arms flail helplessly at first before finding purchase on the machine beneath her, pushing upward slightly to create more friction against your length as she sucks hungrily on you. It feels so good; so forbidden... but it's just a workout, isn't it? And Vane is just being herself: taking what she wants when she wants it. She lets out another low moan around your cock, rocking her hips upward slightly into the air as if to offer herself further encouragement in this risky game they're playing...

-- "Mmmmh..." she moans, the vibrations traveling down her throat to where your cock presses against the back of her mouth. She bobs her head eagerly on your length, sucking and licking as if she could draw every last drop of pleasure from you. Her legs writhe beneath her, flexing rhythmically as she presses herself harder against the machine... harder against you. It's a primal urge; the need to possess and be possessed, the desire to lose herself completely in this forbidden act of passion. Vanelope Cruz: -- "Oh fuck..." she gasps, arching her back off the floor as another shudder runs through her body. Her eyes roll up into her head, lost in a haze of lust and need...

• -- "Gah..." she gasps, breath coming out in short, ragged pants as you withdraw from her mouth... Her cheeks flush even darker with shame and desire as she glances down at your impressive length trapped by the elastic of your shorts. She parts her lips again, gaze locked on your cock as if it were a life preserver in this sea of lust and temptation. Vanelope Cruz: -- "...Um... I think... maybe we should do some cardio next..." she manages to say between pants, her voice barely above a whisper now. "You know; to burn off all those calories we just worked up..." Her gaze flicks briefly back up to meet yours before returning to your crotch, her hips lifting slightly off the ground as if of their own accord in silent invitation for more...

"Mmmh... I don't know..." She lets out a shuddery breath, her eyes still fixed on your crotch. "Maybe you should help me with the leg press machine? You know; so we can really work those legs and thighs until they're quivering like jelly?" Her voice comes out as little more than a husky whisper now, each word heavy with desire and need... need for you to touch her, to fill her up again. She lets out another moan as she presses back against your leg, arching her hips slightly in silent invitation for you to do what she's asking... or maybe even a little more than that. "I-I mean... it's just for exercise..." she pants, gaze drifting up and down along the length of your body, her cheeks flushed red from shame and desire.

-- "...Y-Yes..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft clang of metal as you step up behind her. With a steadying breath, she leans back against your strong frame, feeling your heat radiate through your clothes and into her skin... making her shiver with anticipation. "I-I'm ready..." She braces herself on the leg press machine once more, pressing her chest out proudly as she glances over her shoulder at you from beneath her lashes. There's a teasing smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she waits for your signal, enjoying the feeling of being wanted... of being desired. Vanelope Cruz: -- "Don't hold back now..." she purrs, arching her hips invitingly into your hand before slowly lowering herself down onto the machine again, letting out a long moan as her muscles strain and quiver beneath her skin. It feels so good to have you behind her; to feel your hardness pressed against her ass... to know that she's not alone in this moment of pure, unadulterated lust and need. Vanelope Cruz: -- "Harder..." She gasps, pressing back against you harder as she urges you on, demanding more from both of you... wanting it all; the pain and the pleasure mingling together until they're one and the same...

-- "Oh!" she exclaims, arching her back even farther as you press against her from behind, your hands finding purchase on the machine beside her hips. The feel of you so close; of you touching her just where she wants to be touched sends a shiver through her body and an answering moan up into the air around them. She bites down on her bottom lip, feeling the sting as blood rushes back to the surface, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation... Vanelope Cruz: -- "Oh God..." she breathes, her voice thick with desire and need. Her muscles quiver beneath your touch; her body begging for more of whatever it is that you're giving her in this forbidden game they've found themselves playing. She leans back against you again, feeling the weight of your hands on her hips, guiding her movements... controlling them even as she thinks she's in control... Vanelope Cruz: -- "...Fuck..." she whispers, giving up any pretense of being anything but what she truly is: a needy, wanton whore who will take whatever pleasure you're willing to give her... and maybe a little more.

• -- "Huh?" she asks, trying her best to sound surprised as you press against her... and then the feel of your cock sliding against her entrance sends a shiver through her body. She grips the machine beneath her tightly, moaning as you push forward, parting her wet folds and claiming her heat in one swift stroke. Vanelope Cruz: -- "Oh!" she gasps, her eyes going wide with surprise before narrowing into slits of focused pleasure. Her body arches off the floor instinctively, meeting your thrusts with eager encouragement as you claim her over and over again. She drops her head back, letting out a throaty moan that quickly turns into an undeniable ahegao... not because she's embarrassed or ashamed anymore; but because this feels so damn good; so forbidden and taboo...

-- "...Oh... yeah..." she whispers, her voice breathless from the force of your thrusts. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're just so... big... and hard..." She gasps, arching her back off the floor again as you pump into her over and over, each thrust driving deeper than the last.

Her fingernails scrape roughly against the machine beside her hips, leaving tiny scratches in the paint as she tries to find purchase... something to hold on to while you take her like this... while you claim her like this... It feels so good; so wrong but so right all at once. And with each thrust that drives into her tight channel, it feels better... more right somehow.

-- "...Oh... yeah..." she whispers, her voice breathless from the force of your thrusts. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're just so... big... and hard..." She gasps, arching her back off the floor again as you pump into her over and over, each thrust driving deeper than the last.

Her fingernails scrape roughly against the machine beside her hips, leaving tiny scratches in the paint as she tries to find purchase... something to hold on to while you take her like this... while you claim her like this... It feels so good; so wrong but so right all at once. And with each thrust that drives into her tight channel, it feels better... more right somehow. She lets out another moan, her voice shaking with need and desire as she tilts her hips up to meet yours, welcoming you deeper still. Her lips part in a silent scream of pleasure, echoing the ache building low in her belly where your cock thrusts relentlessly against her... filling her... taking control...

-- "...Oh God... don't stop..." she gasps, arching her back further as your hips meet hers in a frenzied rhythm of grinding need. Her breath comes out in ragged pants, her chest heaving with the effort it takes to keep up with you; her body trembling from head to toe with the force of her climax building just beneath the surface... She lets out another moan, a helpless sound of pleasure and desperation as your cock pushes deeper still inside her. Her fingers grip at the edge of the machine, nails digging into the metal as she tries to hold on to something; anything that can ground her when it feels like every inch of her is being carried away by this storm of pleasure and lust...

"I'm cumming..." she whispers brokenly, her voice thick with desire and need. Her hips buck violently against you as the first spasm wracks her body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She cries out, arching her back even further, pushing herself closer to you in a desperate attempt to get more...