“Ready to get started?” she asked, though Marcus had not answered her first question yet. Indian hot sex Kim spent a few sad minutes looking for her clothes. Though they would feel small in Marcus’ large hands, they appeared generously proportioned on her petite body. Maybe he was falling in love too…
“Hello, I’m your new personal trainer! And though Marcus considered himself a sex god at this point, his trainer consistently outperformed and outlasted him. And now that her sneakers were all she had on, he noticed the 1.5-inch soles hiding her true tininess. Days turned into weeks—weeks into months. Her cute, smiling Asian face had gone straight to his virtual shopping cart, but now he wondered if maybe he should have checked her height and weight in the bio first. I think I might be falling in love with you.”
Marcus caressed a dry part of her cheek with his fingers. She peeled off her booty shorts, and Marcus had the same observation about the size of her baby-soft peach. “But I feel bad. It’s raining outside, so I thought maybe… You wanted to make sure I renewed your contract?” Whenever it was Marcus’ time to speak, he had his balls against his trainer’s nose and was absentmindedly rubbing the bulge of his cock
