Shphinchter-stretching

Those two ripped gym rats got grabby the second I walked in. One muscled asshole plants his palm on my lower back, shoving my spine straight while the other slides in to spot the bar from behind. Pretty soon their hands forget the weights and slip straight under the waistband instead. Panties vanish somewhere between sets. They bend me forward, testing the burn as four thumbs pull my cheeks apart. Then the gym goes real quiet while they start testing the other exercise everyone loves — working my hole until it’s slick and wide open. The first push hits deep and stays there, twisting till every muscle fights and then gives way hard. The hot twitch of juice follows right behind.