Our Mid-Day Ritual

Kira Noir and Anna Claire Clouds break their midday run to duck into Lumi Ray’s backyard. What they find isn’t another round of stretches. Lumi’s busy whipping the hell out of Codey Steele, who’s stripped, blindfolded, and hog-tied for the occasion. She hasn’t spotted them yet, but Anna’s eyes are already sparkling with trouble. She drags Kira closer, into the open door, just in time for Lumi to turn around, snap her crop against her glossy thigh-highs, and smile like she planned the whole thing. There’s no polite hello. Lumi simply taps the leather across her palm and nods at Codey’s very hard, very heavy cock standing at attention. Anna’s on her knees before anyone else decides. Kira hovers, murmuring excuses, but one look at that dick and the excuses sound stupid even to her. She peels down the front of her sports bra and gets to work. Lumi sets the rules, and the rules are filthy. Anna straddles Codey’s face while Kira gets bent over the table, her torn running tights hanging off one thigh. Codey thrusts up like a man with nowhere else to be, and Anna stuffs a discarded pair of cotton panties into Kira’s open mouth to keep things sporting. Side-by-side, the two runners trade sloppy kisses over his chest, thighs flexing every time he drives deeper. Sweat runs under sports bras; the room smells like latex, wet cotton, and cum. By the time Lumi trades her crop for a double-ended glass toy, the jog is the last thing on anyone’s mind.