After training

It had been three months since Alina broke up with Egor. The twenty-eight-year-old fitness trainer with a perfectly toned figure, toned abs, and a firm butt had firmly decided she wouldn't be in a new relationship. But, as they say, you can't fight nature. Daily workouts to the point of exhaustion and a vibrator in the shower afterwards barely saved her. Alina was wet at night, waking up from wet dreams, but a relationship? No, she didn't want that. That evening, the gym had already closed to clients. Alina decided to stay and work out herself, relieving the pent-up stress of a hard day. She changed into short, tight shorts and a sports bra that barely contained her firm, C-cup breasts. The gym was empty, the lights dim, and only the hum of the air conditioner. But when she emerged from the women's locker room, she saw Egor—her ex-lover, the owner of the gym—lingering in the office. Next to him stood his best friend, Ruslan—a true muscle-bound bodybuilder, six-foot-six, with shoulders like a wardrobe, his arms covered in veins and tattoos. "Oh, Lina, are you still here?" Yegor smiled, giving her a look that immediately made her feel warm between her legs. They chatted about nothing in particular, laughed. Alina casually mentioned that the security guard seemed to have already locked the front door for the night. Yegor checked—it was definitely locked. The three of them found themselves in the empty hall until morning. The thought that flashed through Alina's mind seemed so right and natural at that moment. She came closer to Yegor, leaned down to his ear, periodically touching his earlobe with her lips, and whispered: "Yegorchik, darling, I really need your help... I need sex. And I don't want to start a relationship just for him. Please, let's do it as friends, okay? I know you always get hard for me." The guy, whose sweatpants were already straining from her hot breath and the familiar scent of her skin, swallowed. — To my locker room? Alina, unable to believe her luck, nodded immediately. They continued walking in silence. Ruslan, who had heard everything, merely chuckled and followed, but Alina pretended not to notice. Her hand had already confidently slid down Yegor's fly, massaging the hardening bulge. When they entered the men's locker room, Alina wasted no time. Pressing her entire hot body against her ex, she quickly pulled down his pants and underwear and sank to her knees on the cold tile. Yegor's hard, hot cock immediately slid across her plump lips. Alina's tongue met her old acquaintance greedily. She licked him from his balls to his head, drew him into her mouth, and began sucking, swallowing him deeper and deeper, feeling him press against her throat. A low groan escaped Yegor's chest. His hands gripped her head tightly, and he began to move at the desired pace, fucking her wet mouth. Alina swallowed as hard as she could, drool running down her chin, and her own shorts were already soaked—she was leaking so much she could feel the juices running down her inner thigh. Then, a large, rough hand abruptly thrust between her legs from behind and squeezed her crotch through the thin fabric. Alina moaned, still holding Yegor's cock in her mouth. It took her a moment to realize that these hands, which had already pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees and then pushed her top over her back, exposing her breasts, weren't Yegor's. But just as she was about to protest, the stranger's thick finger, finally having mastered her wet slit, abruptly entered her dripping womb. "Umm!" she moaned, sucking Yegor's cock even harder. The finger fucked her fast and deep, and a hot, wet tongue was already swirling around the tight hole of her anus. Now Alina no longer cared who was behind her. She wanted the finger to replace a real, big, hard cock. "Fuck her," Yegor said hoarsely, seeing the girl's state. The other man didn't need any persuasion. Alina felt her wish come true: Ruslan's huge, thick cock abruptly thrust into her vagina, even lifting her slightly off the floor. Pain and pleasure mingled into one indescribable feeling. "Ahhhh!" Alina moaned loudly, releasing Yegor's cock. Ruslan immediately picked up the pace, slamming hard against her firm ass. "It's Ruslan..." she breathed, recognizing the low growl behind her. He often hung out in the hall in the evenings, helping Yegor. "Let's go to the shower, the benches are more comfortable there," Yegor commanded. Ruslan, easily picking up the light and slender girl in his arms and continuing to deeply fuck her in the air, carried her to the shower area of the locker room. Yegor was already sitting completely naked on the wide wooden bench. Alina was lowered so that her ex's penis pressed against her tummy. Ruslan withdrew his thick shaft, but Yegor immediately occupied the vacant hole. "Come on, slut, you wanted to fuck," Yegor growled, ripping the remains of her shorts and tossing them aside. He grabbed Alina by the waist and abruptly lowered her to the very base. The girl's wet, hot vagina tightly gripped his rather large member. "Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore!" Alina screamed, writhing on his cock, giving in completely to desire. And then, Ruslan's enormous cock began to squeeze into her tight anal hole, already generously lubricated with her own juices. Alina rarely allowed herself to do this, and her bukvoeb.run back hole was giving in with difficulty. But Yegor froze, spreading her half-buttocks with his hands, helping his friend enter. When both cocks were fully inside her, Alina felt like she was about to cum right there. The boys moved confidently, in sync, without interfering with each other—apparently they'd practiced this before. Alina felt her insides tighten in a sweet, unbearable spasm. "Aaaah!" she screamed, her entire body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Her pussy and ass clenched their cocks so tightly that Yegor groaned almost immediately and came first, flooding her vagina with hot seed. As soon as Yegor's cock went limp and fell out, Ruslan began pounding her even harder, squeezing her breast, which had fallen out of her top, with one hand and delivering resounding slaps to her wet ass with the other. "Come on, bitch, come on!" he growled, and then suddenly squeezed her breast until it hurt and with a loud groan ejaculated deep into Alina's ass. When he finally pulled out, Alina slumped limply on the bench, breathing heavily and feeling thick semen leaking from both her holes. Yegor lifted her chin, looked into her pleasure-clouded eyes, and asked with a smirk, — Will the slut please us some more? “Yes…” Alina moaned in response, surprised by her own burning desire.