Boxed

Dante steps into the gym and his gaze lands straight on Haley. Her blonde hair sticks to the sweat at her neck. Her boyfriend catches every glance. He steps in fast. "Were you looking at her?" Dante sidesteps, tries to laugh it off, but he has no idea what the two of them want. They circle him, close the distance, pull him into a corner where the mats smell like old rubber and new tension. Clothes hit the floor before Dante can ask why. Haley sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth, tongue slow, eyes locked on his. Her boyfriend watches, stroking himself, waiting his turn. When he moves behind her she stays on all fours. The first cock slides into her wet pussy while the second presses at her lips again. She takes both. They swap, driving into her in turns, the rhythm turning sharp and steady. Dante ends up on his back, Haley riding him, her boyfriend easing in from behind until she’s filled front and back, breath caught between two bodies. The thrusts come harder, faster, skin slapping, the blonde caught between them, every hole used, every gasp pulled from her throat until the three of them break at once.