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.

As you're about to change clothes, the sight of Draga and Sally makes your cock twitch against your leg. Sally gives you a small smile, her voice gentle yet insistent as she speaks up. "Hey there, sweetie. Our showers aren't working very well right now, would you mind giving us a hand with that? You know how dirty we get after training." Her tone is almost pleading, as if she truly believes that you can resist the temptation of their sweaty, musky bodies.

Draga, still eyeing you hungrily, steps closer to you. Her large hands grip your shoulders firmly. "Thank you," she purrs in a voice that isn't quite as soft or gentle as Sally's. "I promise we'll make it worth your time." Then, before you can even think to object or hesitate, Draga shoves your face into her crotch. Her cock swings freely between your lips, and the warmth of her sweaty fur tickles against your nose.

"Clean me off with your tongue," she commands, planting a hand on your head to hold you in place as Sally moves behind you. The softness of Sally's curves presses against your back as she reaches around and begins to stroke her cock teasingly over your ear. "And be sure not to miss any of it," she whispers into your ear, the sc

Draga's hips roll, pushing her cock deeper into your mouth with each thrust. The taste of her sweat fills you, making it harder to breathe as she completely dominates your senses. Behind you, Sally gently grinds her own crotch against your ear, teasing and taunting you with how wet she is for her sister. "Ohhh yeah," she moans into your neck, "lick my balls, just like that."

Her soft hands guide your head lower, so that your tongue is circling around her swollen ballsack as she instructs. You're pinned between the two strong women, forced to pleasure them however they see fit. It feels incredibly hot and humid with their bodies pressed so close together; you can feel Draga's cock throbbing with every breath she takes.

Draga pants, her thighs trembling as she begins to pace back and forth, thrusting into your mouth in time with each step. She's close now; just a few more good strokes and she'll cum. Behind you, Sally rocks her hips against your ear, rubbing her achingly hard cock across the tender skin as she moans in pleasure. "Fuck... you feel so good..."

Her hands move down to cup your cheeks, holding your head still as she tilts it upward and forces more of Draga's sweaty length into your throat. With a growl, she releases you and steps back, watching eagerly as Draga finishes themselves off on your face. Once they're both satisfied, Sally nuzzles into your neck, her breath hot against your skin. "Thank you... for helping us out."

"No rush," Draga replies, her voice slightly husky as she catches her breath. "We've got all day." She looks at Sally with a wicked grin, already plotting their next move to keep you at their mercy. "Why don't we let him clean us up properly?"

Sally blushes slightly at the suggestion but nods in agreement, her fingers idly tracing circles on your back as she considers the idea. "That could be fun..." Her tone is noncommittal, almost unsure of herself, but there's a glint of excitement in her eyes that betrays her true feelings.

Draga's eyes narrow in amusement at your display of defiance, but she makes no move to stop you as you approach Sally. "Now, now," she chuckles. "Let's not get too rough with him, Sall." Her hands rest lightly on your shoulders, her grip firm enough to keep you in check should things escalate further.

Sally, meanwhile, looks up at you with an expression of mock hurt. "Oh, I didn't realize I was hurting your feelings," she says innocently, knowing full well that her words are meant to provoke a response. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Maybe if you apologize nicely, we won't have to make you suffer any more than you already have."