Thirty minutes later, the gym was a wreck of sweat, spit, and sin.
Valentina was now pinned on the bench, back arched in a painful bow, her massive, sweat-slick tits mashed together so viciously her arms shook from the strain, veins standing out on her forearms as she fought to keep that tight, filthy tunnel for his cock.
Her chest was flushed a deep, angry red from the constant friction, skin shiny with layers of drool and pre-cum that had built up over sixty relentless minutes of Phei fucking her breasts like he was trying to break her—like he wanted to bruise the soft flesh permanently with his brutal thrusts.
He hadn't slowed down once.
Every thrust was the same savage rhythm: hips snapping forward with a wet slap, that monstrous, veined cock tunneling through the slick, spit-drenched valley of her cleavage, thick ridges dragging over her hypersensitive skin, the fat, angry-purple crown punching out the top and straight into her open, drooling mouth like a piston.
