Fifty reps, and you’re counting every one alongside me. Still dripping from the gym, and since worshipping a post-workout behind is basically your hobby, I finish my session with your nose parked an inch away. Each rep gets called out loud while I dip slowly, glistening more with each one. Gratitude, please. That shine is fresh, made for you. I can hear how near the edge you are just from kneeling there, imagining your whole face pressed in. Pathetic, really. Still, I’m feeling kind, so reps forty-six to fifty belong to you: go ahead. Stay on rhythm, because my booty bouncing past your nose is the only signal you’ll get. A gym booty cum countdown audio for headphones, counted out in my breathless voice.
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Fifty reps, and you’re counting every one alongside me. Still dripping from the gym, and since worshipping a post-workout behind is basically your hobby, I finish my session with your nose parked an inch away. Each rep gets called out loud while I dip slowly, glistening more with each one. Gratitude, please. That shine is fresh, made for you. I can hear how near the edge you are just from kneeling there, imagining your whole face pressed in. Pathetic, really. Still, I’m feeling kind, so reps forty-six to fifty belong to you: go ahead. Stay on rhythm, because my booty bouncing past your nose is the only signal you’ll get. A gym booty cum countdown audio for headphones, counted out in my breathless voice.