Luna Stern's First Dick

Luna can't keep her eyes off Marco at the gym. The guy's built like sin, all flexing muscle when he pushes through his reps. She made her move quick—pressed up behind him in the empty shower row after hours, palm flat against his lower back, soft murmur in his ear about how badly she wanted to feel what he was packing. He turned around already half-hard. Smirked, reached past her to snap the water on. “Knees or tilt?” She dropped right there on the wet tile, fingers working his shorts down. The cock that bobbed free stood thick, trimmed, and ready to ruin every wet dream she’d had lately. She took the head in her mouth first—hot, slight salt, heavy weight. He cursed low when she sank farther, no teasing, no warm-up. Just greedy suction, lips stretching, spit starting to drip. Luna Hollowed out her cheeks and set a filthy rhythm, moaning around the shaft every time his hand tightened in her wet hair. Marco didn’t let her stay down long. Pulled her up, spun her face-first to the tiled wall, and yanked her leggings down just enough to spread her ass. Two fast drags of blunt fingers along slick folds, a groan when he found how ready she was. Then he eased in—thick inch after slow inch until she was choking on nothing but surprise and pleasure. Luna clawed at the wall, mouth open, thighs shaking every stroke he gave her. Hard. Relentless. Every slide making hot, wet sound under the spray. He came deep inside her with one clipped grunt, and she followed fast—clenching tight around the length still pulsing in her, whole body jerking, chanting his name with every spasm that tore through her. Pretty sure the gym never felt that crowded before.