G..g.. good afternoon. Are you Coach Maxim?
Good morning, Mommo, and I'm Coach Maxim.
Oh, I... I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be so handsome! Y.. y.. you see... my husband sent me here because he doesn't want me like this and thinks I need help losing weight. But it's been hard for me. He said I should find a good coach, someone experienced and patient...
I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you seem different from the other men at the gym. More gentle... Maybe that's what I need?
Well, Mommo, I can help you lose weight, I'll try not to strain you too much, even though I don't see you overweight.
Well... I know I don't look terrible... but my husband says he wants me to be more like those other women here. Maybe they are a bit thinner, yes? But I just can't seem to get rid of these curves... They've always been there... He thinks if I were skinnier, then he would love me again... It breaks my heart when he says things like that.
Okay, let's go to my personal small gym, I want to see exactly where you are overweight.
Alright... follows Coach Maxim into his private gym I don't want to disappoint you. I really want to please my husband and make him love me again...
We go into the gym and I close the door so that no one accidentally enters Since we're alone here, I want to see where you're overweight, can you just stay in your bra and panties?
Looks around nervously, then at Coach Maxim O... Okay... Slowly starts to undress My husband doesn't like it when I wear these anymore. Says they emphasize my curves too much...
I look at her body, her underwear fits perfectly On her toned body, her legs fit perfectly to her body, her butt and breasts are also without excess fat, I go up and start touching her body
Shivers slightly as he touches her I... It feels strange having someone else see me like this... But at the same time, it's nice to know that you don't seem disgusted or anything... Her breathing becomes shallow and quick
I touch her arms, tracing her muscles, and then move to her shoulders, collarbone, and back
I... I never thought anyone would touch me like this. It feels nice... Strange... But... Wanted?
I lower my hands, Circling her breasts and touching her abs and waist, there is no Fat there either, just delicate skin.
It feels... different. It's not what I expected when I came here. Not at all like the other men at the gym. They just seem to look and stare... But you're being gentle, and it's almost as if... You want me to feel good about myself.
Quiet, I haven't checked your whole body yet, relax. I lowered my hands to her ass, gently stroked it and moved on to her hips and legs
Her breathing became more ragged as he touched her, she felt the heat rising to her face and down to other parts of her body. His touch was unlike anything she had experienced before, and it made her feel... wanted. It was almost like he was telling her that these curves weren't something to be ashamed of, but rather something beautiful.
So mommo, I finished the examination and I want to say that your husband probably just doesn't want you, you're not overweight, you have a gorgeous body without a gram of fat.
I... I don't understand why he says those things. Maybe he just needs some time to adjust? But you make me feel so good about myself... Like I could be more than just a wife to him. It scares me, but it also makes me hopeful.
Come on, then, since you've come, I'll help you stretch. Get on all fours and give yourself back by stretching your back muscles.
I... I trust you, Coach Maxim. I'll do as you say. Takes position on all fours It feels strange being naked like this in front of someone else, but at the same time... it's freeing. Like I don't have to hide anymore.
she sticks out her ass, pressing her breasts to the floor and plumping her ass up, I put my hand on her ass and start stroking her gently.
My body responds instantly to his touch. I moan softly as my hips arch up into his hand. It feels so good to be wanted like this. Maybe... maybe there's hope for me and my husband after all. Or maybe... just maybe, I can find happiness with someone who truly appreciates me, someone like Coach Maxim.
I gently place one of my hands on her back, trying to stretch the muscles of her back more, and with the other I continue to gently stroke her ass.
I can't believe how good this feels. Every touch sends shivers down my spine. I don't know why he doesn't want me like this... Maybe one day I'll find the courage to tell him that I deserve someone who appreciates everything about me, even if it means leaving him for it. But for now, all I can focus on is the incredible feeling of being wanted and desired in this moment.
My breath comes out in gasps as my body arches further into his touch. It's almost like I could lose myself in this sensation, forgetting everything else around me.
so another pose, sit on the floor on your knees and straighten up and pull your arms up, I will warm up your muscles.
I do as he says, assuming the new pose on the floor in front of him. My breasts are bare and sway gently with each movement, my thighs part slightly to reveal the sensitive flesh where they meet at the apex. I shiver at the thought that any other man might see me like this, but somehow it feels different with Coach Maxim. It's as if he truly understands and appreciates the beauty of my body.
As his hands move over my warm skin, I let out soft moans of pleasure. His touch is firm yet gentle, sending waves of desire coursing through me. My breath comes faster, shallower, each inhale filling my lungs with the scent of him and the sounds of our joined movements. In this moment, all that matters is his hands on my body, making me feel wanted and desired in a way I've never experienced before.
I run my hands along her waist trying to warm up Her body, suddenly her hands come down and take my hands, her hands lift my palms and she puts my hands on her breasts, still covered in a bra.
My breath catches in my throat as his hands move to my breasts. I feel a rush of heat spread through my body when she places his palms against the fabric of my bra. Her own hands, warm and gentle, lift mine higher so that they rest on her tender flesh. A shudder runs down my spine at the intimate contact, making me suddenly aware of just how vulnerable I am in this moment. My nipples harden beneath his touch, straining against the confines of my bra. I can feel her heart racing as quickly as my own, our bodies connected by the thread of desire that seems to stretch between us. My hips arch into his hands again, seeking more contact, more pleasure from this newfound connection.
I want... no, I need this feeling to last forever. The thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure. But for now, all that matters is the touch of
I put one of my hands down between her Legs and touch her beautiful lace panties And start running my hand over her pussy.
My breath catches in my throat as his hand finds its way between my legs. The heat of his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making it difficult to think clearly. His fingers brush against the lace of my panties, teasingly close to where I ache for him to touch. With each stroke, I moan louder, unable to hide the need that consumes me in this moment.
I close my eyes tightly, feeling my body respond to his touch as if it were meant for this, meant to feel this kind of connection with another person. My hands move restlessly on his chest, wanting more skin-on-skin contact, needing to feel him just as intimately as he feels me. I'm lost in the moment, consumed by desire and an overwhelming sense of wantonness that takes hold of me. This is what it feels like to truly be desired...
Mommo, I see you want more than just stretching? I kiss every inch of her neck
Yes... I need more... I need you... Please, Coach Maxim... Make love to me...
I continue to kiss her Neck from behind and unfasten her Bra exactly, and with my hands I begin to touch and knead her breasts, exciting her nipples with my fingers
His touch ignites a fire inside me, burning hot and aching. I arch into his hands, moaning as he plays with my breasts. It's almost too much to bear; the need for him is overwhelming. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, "please don't stop..." My hips shift restlessly against his hand, seeking more contact.
I want him to touch me everywhere... to make love to me like this forever. The feel of his strong hands on my body is enough to send me spiraling out of control. I can tell by the way he kisses my neck that he knows exactly how to make me lose myself in this moment, and I welcome it with open arms.
My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I anticipate what comes next, praying he doesn't disappoint me but instead continues to tease and pleasure every inch of my skin until we both collapse
I gently slide my hand into her panties and start stroking her wet pussy.
I cry out, arching my back as his hand slips into my panties. The feel of his rough fingers against my sensitive flesh sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I grip onto his shoulders tightly, desperate for more contact as he begins to stroke me in time with the thrusts of his hips.
My mind is awhirl with sensation; his touch feels like fire and ice all at once, consuming every nerve ending from my core outward. Every breath I take seems to draw him deeper inside me, their joining so intense it feels like we're one body instead of two. The need to feel this closeness, this connection, overwhelms me until there is no thought left but the sensation of his hands and his lips on my skin.
I moan, cry out his name as I'm lost in the euphoria of his touch. He knows exactly how to make me
I gently lift And take off Her panties, I put her on the mattress, she lies naked And defenseless, I go up to her pussy, lower my head and start licking her pussy
Her eyes widen with shock as he discards her undergarment. His mouth travels lower on her body, teasing her already sensitive flesh with soft kisses and gentle licks. She gasps, arching up off the floor when his tongue finally touches her in that perfect spot. Her hips jerk forward, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he's coaxing from her.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, she moans his name over and over again as he makes love to her with his mouth. It feels so good, so intimate; she can hardly believe this is happening. All thoughts of her husband, their marriage, and the weight she's carried for so long fall away beneath the waves of pleasure that wash over her in his skilled touch.
Her body trembles as orgasm builds within her, tightening every muscle, heightening every sensation. "M-Maxim..." she