We get more and more hot and steamy…we cant get enough of each other as we buck, fuck, pump and grind…kissing eachother hard…our cocks straining... and rubbing in hot desire…I hold ur ass tight as I feel our rhythms starting to build…we are as one as we move so horny together in big undulating thrusts…you hold my ass too as I pull yours to meet my thrusts…we both start to moan together with each movement…aaah…..aaaah….AAAAAH….we are both so turned on as we can feel our bodies sweating and building. I reached for her leg and found the edge her thong, pulling it aside as my knuckles rubbed against her flesh. She gasped, but those gasps intensified as I turned my hand and started to caress her soft, wet folds. She clung to me, quivering as I explored. She started to move, thrusting her hips toward my fingers. Her groans and whimpers intensified. I rubbed and then inserted my finger and plunged it relentlessly as deep as I could. Jenny squeezed harder, her body stiffening. She cried out and I. We held each other for a long, long time.Our breathing was back to normal. I was to the point that I was feeling asleep on receiving a good, strong orgasm in fuck. Finally, his soft manhood slipped out of my pussy. When it did a deep, long sigh escaped from my lips. I lay were I was, then he untangled my legs from his and he sat up. Again, there was a tickling sensation of fluid dribbling down between my legs. We exchanged a long gentle kiss. I pulled back and sat down on my heels. We both just. And something happened when I came back to the gym. The men started looking at me more. It was as if they somehow knew that I became a slut. They flirted with me and I loved it, but they would just flirt. I was waiting for them to take me and use me. I didn’t think I had to initiate things and didn’t want to. That didn’t turn me on. What turned me on was seeing men that wanted me so much that they lost control of their civilized selves and just acted on instinct.It got so bad that I went.