She panted, pushing against my chest. "Just…just five more reps," she gasped, the sport leggings clinging to her magnificent, big ass. I held firm, my hands tracing the outline of her curves. "No more, babe. You've been at it for an hour. Your PAWG body is perfect as it is."
A pout formed on her lips, that irresistible pout that always drove me wild. "But I want to feel good, healthy..." Her voice trailed off as I dipped my head, my lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck. The natural tits under her sports bra heaved with anticipation.
"You feel amazing," I murmured against her skin. "And I have a much better way for you to get your heart rate up." I felt her body tremble as my hands moved lower, cupping the fullness of her big girl curves. She moaned softly, the fight draining out of her eyes.
I guided her towards the bedroom, the sunlight streaming in, illuminating every inch of her glorious figure. Those G cup breasts were begging to be released, and that PAWG milf ass was aching for my touch. No tattoo marked her skin, no piercing distracted from her natural beauty.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, a hint of playful resistance in her voice. I smirked. "Oh, I'm very sure. I'm sure you need a break from the weights, and I'm definitely sure you need me." I kissed her deeply, a kiss that promised pleasure, a kiss that promised release. The exercise could wait. Right now, she was my queen, and her pleasure was my priority. The couple was about to get very, very busy. She wrapped her legs around me, and let the husband have her way.
