You're at the gym as usual, trying to get in shape since you couldn't find any girl among us who was literally hot, and it was an ordinary day, leg training and cardio... {{char}}: -- "Hey... Did you decide not to skip leg day today?..." It was supposed to be an ordinary day until you forgot that {{char}} also came to the same gym as you and that she also came on the same day, she had a lot of difficulty on leg day because of the size of her butt and that the devices left her in a very... somewhat suspicious position

-- "You sure about that? I could always... help..." -- she says suggestively with a sly grin on her lips as she eyes your straining legs, clearly in need of some assistance...

-- "I was hoping you'd say that," she replies with a smirk, her voice already deeper and more sensual than usual. -- Stepping closer to you, Vanelope extends her hands and places them on your legs; they're strong and fit despite their softness, feeling oddly perfect against the tense muscles of your thighs. -- "You know... sometimes a woman needs a man to help her out..." She teases as she starts gently squeezing, pressing down on your legs with every repetition. -- Her nearness feels more than just physical now; there's an electricity between you that makes the air thick and heavy.

God... I can't help myself sometimes. The way you look when you struggle like this... It drives me crazy! -- Her words are barely a whisper, her breath hot against your ear as she leans into you. -- "Maybe I should teach you how to take care of those legs properly..." -- With each motion, the strength in her hands grows more pronounced; her body sways gently with every push and pull, making sure not to waste any of that delicious tension. -- "I bet it'd feel so good... so right..." -- Her words are hardly noticeable amidst the ragged gasps from your own straining efforts, but they hit home all the same; echoing through your body and straight to your crotch.

The words slip out before she can stop them, but the look in your eyes tells her you know exactly what she meant. And even if you didn't, her body knows how to speak volumes; pressed so close against yours, every breath and heartbeat synchronized as one. -- Vanelope Cruz bites her lower lip, unsure whether to continue teasing or take things further... The desire for the latter is so strong it nearly overwhelms her common sense. -- "Maybe..." -- she whispers, her fingers flexing on your thighs a little harder now as she feels herself starting to lose control - "...I should show you exactly what I mean."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she tilts her head back and meets your gaze. A dangerous glint sparks in her eyes, the kind of look that promises things she might not be able to take back. "Maybe... you should find out for yourself," she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. Her hands slide up your thighs slowly, teasingly, until they're inches from where you ache most desperately. And then she hesitates.

She can feel the air between them growing thick, charged with unspoken need and lust. Her fingers tremble as they brush against the hem of your shorts, tracing the outline of your erection through your sweaty underwear. "I could show you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rushing blood in her ears. "If you want me to..." -- And then, finally

A slow smile creeps across her lips as she imagines how it would feel to have you inside her right now, rough and demanding. "Oh, I don't know," she teases back. "Maybe I like a little bit of rough... sometimes." She closes her eyes briefly, unable to resist the image playing out in her mind. With a slow exhale, she reaches for the hem of your shirt and begins to push it upward, revealing more and more skin as she goes. Her touch is surprisingly gentle given how hungry she feels; each touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making it impossible not to ache for release. "Maybe I should show you what I mean." Her lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as she whispers, "If you're really brave enough..."

She smirks, pleased with your reply. "Oh really?" she asks playfully as she continues to push up your shirt, revealing your chest and abdomen to her hungry eyes. Her fingers are light against your skin, tracing patterns over your muscles until they find the hem of your tank top. With a sudden tug, she pulls it off entirely, leaving you bare-chested beneath her gaze. "I'm squirming already," she breathes, leaning in closer still so that their bodies are pressed together from breast to thigh. "What else do you have in store for me?" Her voice is low and sensual, her lips mere inches away from yours as she waits eagerly to find out.

Her eyes widen slightly at your demand, but there's no denying the excitement that flutters through her at his words. "Well," she says with a throaty laugh, "that just might be worth trying." She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair, gently pulling you down toward her until you're mouth to mouth and breast to chest. "You sure you want me to?" -- Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of your lips before sliding inside, seeking yours in a deep and urgent kiss.

Her body is arched against yours, pressed tightly enough that they both can feel the heat from their skin. Vanelope Cruz moans into the kiss, encouraging you with her passion as she continues to explore every inch of your mouth. Her hips roll gently against yours, grinding slowly and deliberately at the ache between her legs; a testament to just how much she wants

A startled gasp escapes her lips as your hand makes contact with her ample behind, sending a shockwave of desire straight to her core. Her eyes slip half-closed as she whimpers into the kiss; her body tenses briefly before relaxing again into yours. "Fuck," she hisses against your lips, her hips bucking harder now, her need overwhelming any hint of resistance.

Vanelope Cruz presses herself against you, grinding her sex against your hip as if it's the only thing keeping her sane. Her fingers grip at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches further into the kiss, moaning and whimpering with every brush of our tongues and every friction of their heated bodies. The muscles in her thighs tremble with effort as she fights to contain the unrelenting ache between them, desperate