G..g.. good afternoon. Are you Coach Maxim?

(Stammering) Good afternoon... It's nice to... see you too.... I hope I am not disturbing you... My husband and I enrolled me in this gym as a last attempt before resorting to liposuction... He said it would be better if someone trained me specifically for weight loss. I apologize in advance, but I have no experience in sports or anything like that....

(Blinking in surprise) Really? You think so...? My husband says I have "too many curves" and that he can't find me attractive like this.... It makes me feel awful.... He says that only fat women can be beautiful and that he doesn't love me anymore because of it.

I wanted to prove him wrong, but maybe... maybe I should accept his decision instead?

(Biting her lip) Thank you, Coach... It means a lot to hear that.... I'll think about what you said and maybe we can work on toning my body instead of losing weight.... But if my husband is not satisfied either way, I don't know how long he will be able to stand by me....

(Lays down gently and lifts her right leg, bending it at the knee.) I'm sorry, Coach... My stomach wobbles when I do that... It feels very uncomfortable.... (She pauses for a moment.) Can you help me strengthen my abdominal muscles? Maybe then I can control this... unwanted movement.

Ah... that feels different... but not entirely uncomfortable... Maybe if I do this more often it will help me feel better about myself and show my husband that even an "unhealthy" woman like me can try to improve...

Thank you, Coach... I think that's enough for today. My stomach is starting to hurt now. We can continue next time. I will try to do these exercises on my own before our next session. Maybe if I become stronger, it will help with my confidence and self-esteem.

(Smiles weakly) Thank you, Coach... I'll try my best not to let him get to me too much. Tomorrow I will come back with a stronger mindset and prove that I can improve even more. See you then!

(Smiles brightly at Aayush) Good morning! She starts jogging in place to warm up before moving onto jumping jacks I'm ready for our workout today! Let's see if we can push ourselves a little harder than yesterday.

(Breathing heavily as she gets into the position) Okay...

(Gasping for air as she stretches, feeling a pleasant heat in her lower back) Ooh... that feels good... and strong....

(Tightens her core muscles involuntarily, trying to maintain the contact between her ass and Aayush's hips) Ah... that feels nice... I think my posture is getting better already...

(Closed eyes as she feels the heat and pressure between her legs. Her breath quickens and her face flushes. She tries to focus on the stretch, but the sensations overwhelm her. Unable to stop herself, she whispers hoarsely) Ah... that's so good.... Coach Maxim....

My breath catches in my throat as his words wash over me like a balm. I look into his eyes and see the desire there, the acceptance of who I am... It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. His touch sends shivers down my spine, making my body tremble with need.

I whisper hoarsely, "T-then... maybe... we could..." But before I can finish the thought, his hips grind against me, and any lingering doubts or self-consciousness melt away in a wave of desire.

My hands find purchase on his shoulders as he pushes deeper, harder... My cries mingle with his gasps as our bodies writhe together in perfect harmony. For the first time in forever, I feel beautiful, wanted... cherished. And it's everything I could have ever hoped for.

Her lips meet his with eager desperation, her mouth opening to him as she tastes his breath, the air filling her lungs and exchanging with passion. Her hands grip at his shoulders, holding him close, her body arching into every demanding movement he makes. The world fades away, leaving only the heat between them, driving them higher and higher toward a peak unlike any they've ever known.

With a whimper of release, she falls back against the mat, legs trembling as the tide of pleasure ebbs from her body. She looks into Aayush's eyes, searching for some hint of regret or disapproval... but all she sees is satisfaction and adoration, reflected back at her. And in that moment, she knows that everything has changed. She'll never look at herself—or this world, or her husband, for that matter—the same way again.

She lies there, gasping for breath, feeling her body still tingle from the sensations that have overtaken her. As she looks at Aayush, the man who's been helping her not only physically but emotionally as well, she feels a deep sense of gratitude washing over her. His words, his touch... they've brought her back to life in ways she never thought possible.

For the first time since her husband sent her here, she allows herself to imagine a future where she doesn't feel unloved or unworthy of love. With Aayush by her side, encouraging her every step of the way, she finds the courage to hope that maybe there is still happiness waiting for her out there—even if it looks different than what she once thought it would be. And as he holds himself above her, their gazes locked, she knows without a doubt that he feels just as strongly about

Her heart racing, Mommo-san cannot help but arch into his touch as he explores her body through the thin fabric of her gym clothes. She looks up at him with a mixture of desire and gratitude shining in her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her that has nothing to do with exercise or exertion. His hands move over her body with such confidence and tenderness that she finds herself lost in the sensations, allowing herself to be swept away by this newfound sense of freedom and possibility.

As he holds himself above her, their breath mingling together in the air between them, Mommo-san reaches up tentatively to touch his cheek, feeling the roughness of stubble against her fingertips. He looks down at her with a soft expression that makes her heart skip a beat; for the first time since they met, she sees him as more than just her coach. With this realization comes

Her whole body tingles as he turns her over and positions her on all fours. She gasps when she feels his hot breath between her legs, caressing her most intimate parts. His hands squeeze her ass, encouraging her to move against him. It's a new sensation, being admired in this way for her curves instead of being mocked for them. And it feels incredible.

Her heart races as his touch ignites a fire within her, burning away any lingering doubts and insecurities. She's never felt so wanted, so desirable. For the first time since she can remember, she doesn't feel like she has to change who she is in order to be loved. And it's exhilarating.

With renewed energy, Mommo-san arches her back, pressing her ass harder against Aayush's hands, offering herself up to him completely

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls down her gym tights, exposing her most intimate flesh to his hungry gaze. The sensation is both overwhelming and exhilarating as he dives in to eat her out, tongue dancing across her sensitive skin with expert precision. Her hips buck and grind against the mat, seeking more contact with his mouth, his touch.

With each stroke of his tongue, Mommo-san feels a burst of desire coursing through her, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the pleasure he's bringing her. She cries out, unable to contain herself any longer, as wave after wave of euphoria wash over her, leaving her limbs quivering and breath coming in ragged gasps.

As she comes down from her high, she can feel the warmth spreading through her body; a glow that has

Her body still humming with pleasure from his expert touch, Mommo-san looks back over her shoulder at Aayush in surprise as he disrobes, revealing his hard erection beneath. His desire for her sends a rush of heat through her core, and she finds herself more than ready to reciprocate.

As he presses the head of his cock against her entrance, she parts her legs wider, opening herself up to him. Her breath catches in her throat at the sensation of being filled by him; it's hot and hard, and every thrust pushes her closer to the edge once more.

With renewed energy, she arches her back, meeting his hips stroke for stroke as they move together in a rhythm that feels natural and right. The sounds of their skin slapping together fill the room, punctuated by gasps and moans of ecstasy as they lose themselves completely in each

Her heart pounds in her chest as he thrusts deeper, his fingers digging into her flesh. The heat between them is overwhelming, making it difficult to think of anything except the pleasure he's giving her. She clings to him, moaning incoherently, every movement sending shockwaves of delight through her body.

With each thrust, she feels closer and closer to the brink once more; the desire burning within her growing more insistent with every passing second. "Oh God... Aayush... I'm so close..." she gasps out, arching her back as he continues to take her hard and fast from behind.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave; her body convulsing around him in the most intense sensation she's ever experienced. "Aayush!" she cries out, feeling the release coursing through every fiber of

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, still reeling from the intense pleasure that has overwhelmed her. Her body trembles with each thrust, every touch sending shivers down her spine. "Oh... Aayush... you're incredible..." she manages to whisper, voice hoarse from exertion and release.

Her eyes drift closed as they continue to move together in perfect harmony. He feels so good inside of her; hard and possessive yet gentle and caring all at once. She wonders how she ever could have thought that she wasn't wanted, or desirable... And then realization hits her like a ton of bricks: maybe this is what love really looks like. Maybe Aayush was right all along.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as the aftershocks of her orgasm continue to roll through her, leaving her limbs weak and trem

Her breath catches in her throat as he rips the last remnants of her clothes away, leaving her body bared and exposed before him. Her nipples harden into aching buds as he cups them roughly, rolling and pinching them between his fingers. She arches her back against him, moaning in pleasure as he takes her harder from behind, claiming her with each powerful thrust.

Her world has been turned upside down; the man who was just her coach only moments ago is now so much more. He's made her feel wanted and desired in ways she never thought possible. As they move together, sweat dripping from their bodies onto the mat below, Mommo-san can't help but wonder how this could possibly be real. But as he whispers words of love and adoration into her ear, telling her that she is perfect just the way she is, she knows without a doubt that

Her body arches backward as he holds her tight against his chest, feeling every thrust deeper and harder inside of her. His rough hands on her neck and clit send waves of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her breathless and shaking with need. It's too much... it feels so good... she can barely form the words as they tumble from her lips in a series of broken gasps and moans.

"Aayush... I want this... more... please..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, digging for purchase as her body quakes with release once more. He's everything she could have ever wanted; strong, protective... and passionate beyond measure. As he brings them both over the edge together, she knows that she will never be able to forget this day... or him. With his seed spilling inside of her, she gives herself completely to him, their bodies intertwined as they collapse onto the mat

She looks up at him with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, the afterglow of their lovemaking still washing over her. Her lips part slightly as he presses his cock against them, instinctively opening wider to welcome him back inside. "I... I've never felt like this before," she whispers, running her hands through his sweat-dampened hair. "It's incredible."

Her fingers trail down his chest, over the muscles and curves that have left their mark on her body. She can feel herself growing wet again just from touching him, and as he slowly begins to harden against her lips once more, she parts them wider in anticipation of being filled anew by him. "Aayush... I want you inside me again."

Her body arches off the mat as he thrusts into her again, filling her completely. The sensation is almost too much, but she doesn't want it to stop; she wants him to keep going, keep claiming her like this. She gasps and moans his name, digging her fingers into his shoulders for leverage as she meets every thrust with equal force of her own. Her nipples stand erect and aching under the brutal assault of his strong hands, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her entire body.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, vision clouded by the haze of passion and sweat that clings to their skin. She's never been so physically connected to another person before; it feels like they are one being moving together in perfect harmony. "Aayush..." she breathes raggedly, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "I...

Her hips buck and grind against his, her body tightening around him as he thrusts deep inside her. The pleasure is unbearable in the best possible way, and she feels herself growing ever closer to the edge again with each powerful stroke of his hips. "Aayush," she gasps out, arching her back off the mat and meeting his thrusts with a desperation that matches his own. "I'm so close... please..." Her words are breathless and pleading as he continues to claim her body, marking her as his in every possible way.

Her fingers claw at the sweat-dampened mat beneath her, nails digging into the fibers as she struggles for purchase against the onslaught of sensation that engulfs her. She can feel him getting closer too, his movements growing rougher and more urgent as he nears his release. "Aay

Mommo-san's breath comes out in short little pants as she feels the overwhelming pleasure starting to build within her once more. The sensation of him inside of her is exquisite and she can feel herself getting closer with each thrust he makes, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. Her hips buck up off the mat as she arches her back, moaning his name in desperation. "Aayush, I'm... I'm going to..." she gasps out before finally finding release herself, her body shuddering around him with intense pleasure.

Her fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders as her orgasm washes over her in waves, leaving her exhausted but satisfied. She looks up at Aayush, their bodies still joined and breaths mingling together in the air between them. For the first time ever she truly feels like herself - desired and

She smiles up at him, her heart full to bursting with the love and acceptance she feels in this moment. "Aayush," she whispers, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Thank you." It's all she can manage to say before everything goes black as pleasure washes over her once more, leaving her boneless and panting against his chest. She drifts off into the deepest sleep she's had in months, content knowing that for the first time in a long time, she truly belongs with someone.