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“Let’s push it up to 12.4,” he said, reaching in front of me to press the button on my treadmill, increasing the speed yet again. “Only two more minutes, then we can bring your heart rate back down.” ‘Little chance of that,’ I thought to myself, as his sports watch brushed past my ribs, taking his strong biceps and gorgeous aftershave with it. This guy was hot. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ I thought, my mind wandering. “Righto, lets take it down,” he said, leaning forward once again to take the speed down to 5.4 for a minute. With my towel slowly wiping away the sweat from my brow I watched as now he stood directly in front of me, smiling with those jet blue eyes, that five o’clock shadow, his chiseled jawline and streaky black hair. He travesti istanbul handed me my water bottle before guiding me onto the cross fit training machine. ‘This guy is a machine,’ I thought to myself. “Stride length twenty six at level five for ten minutes,” he said, and off I went again. “Just straighten your back slightly when on this one,” he said, before gently touching the small of my back as he stepped away. I now looked forward to ensure I kept focused, to ensure I didn’t meet his gaze again. I carried on, blushing as usual in my shy girl kind of way, whilst staring forward out toward the swimming pool in front of everyone in the gym, as they busily transacted with the vast array of equipment on offer. ‘I’d like to istanbul travestileri be out there in full view of everyone,’ I thought, ‘kneeling down in front of him, swallowing his manhood whole.’ “Stop it girl”, I whispered to myself, as a bead of sweat appeared around my sports bra line. Today I’d made sure there would be no repeat of last week’s training session. I had taken the precaution of inserting a fully lined pad within my briefs. I could be as wet as the swimming pool outside, and no one would notice, thank the stars. “Let’s finish it off on the machines with ten minutes on the rower,” he said. “We should be able to do two kilometres. Let’s start with our hands over for a kilometre and then turn them under for a istanbul travesti kilometre. That should serve to utilize a variety of different muscles in your upper body.” ‘Take a look at his body,’ I thought again to myself. His abs were like something out of a magazine, rippling all the way down his torso to where I couldn’t imagine. Fuck this guy was hot, and I mean smoking hot, with a capital S. “Good stuff Sasha,” he said, standing before me to pass me my water. “By the way, sorry to hear about your relationship,” he continued. “Yeah thanks,” I said. “It’s been a month now though. It gets easier.” He wasn’t making it any easier though, let me tell you for free. I hadn’t had tasted or even looked at a cock in a month and my body was dripping inside at the sight of his. “Let’s finish it off with a quick butt blast on the mat,” he said. “Down on your hands and knees,” he said, doing the same on the mat beside me. “Lift your leg up and push it out,” he continued, “like a dog peeing on a fire hydrant.
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