Training with Allison

Mmm. Allison’s idea of a warm-up involves dragging her left foot slowly up a man’s length, then wrapping both soles around him nice and tight. The guy’s already rock hard by the time she gets going, toes squeezing just below the head, heels pressing his shaft flat between them. She doesn’t break rhythm—just glides up and down, lazy, sure of herself—while that breathless trainer voice counts reps like it’s an official fitness move. Every stroke makes his hips twitch. Every flex of her arches drives him closer. Big cock slipping and sliding between those soft, teasing soles is apparently “low-impact cardio.” She glances over with a smirk, like she’s sharing a secret the gym never approved. Pleasure adds up fast. So does the sweat. Probably her top calorie-torch of the day.