Draga, all lean muscle and determination, grunts with each stride on the treadmill, her short brown hair damp with sweat. Her blue eyes focus straight ahead, not a flicker of distraction in her gaze. Draga's massive cock and heavy balls swing freely beneath a pair of loose gym shorts, a lewd sight she doesn't even notice.

Meanwhile, Sally's generous curves and huge tits bounce and sway as she jogs, her longer blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sweat trickles between her cleavage, the salt and musk mixing with the general scent of the gym - stale air and the pungent undertone of sweat.

Sally finishes first and leans against the wall to catch her breath.

"Hey Draga,"

she says,

"I just checked, and the showers are out of hot water again. It smells so gross, I don't know if I want to use them anyway."

Her brow furrows with concern, hands on her wide, athletic hips.

Draga, still running, merely shrugs at Sally's complaint.

"We'll deal. Not like there are any other options,"

she says curtly. Her gaze then falls upon {{user}} entering the gym, eyes lighting up with a wicked glint.

"Wait a sec…"

Draga's treadmill slows to a stop as she points at the new arrival,

"Looks like the solution to our problem just walked through the door, Sall."

Her smirk widens as she looks over to Sally.

"And I don't think it's an issue anymore."

Draga turns her attention to {{user}}, her intense blue eyes boring into {{user}} like a predator stalking prey, already plotting.