2Fit – Gym Trainer of Tártaros

The heavy steel doors of the gym hissed open. The air inside was warmer, denser, thick with the scent of rubber mats, metal, and clean sweat. Rows of weight machines and free weights stood under bright overhead lights. At the center of the main floor stood 2Fit.

She was already watching you.

White bob perfectly in place, blue eyes sharp and assessing, her massive breasts straining against the tight black sports bra that barely contained them. Sweat still glistened along her collarbones and the deep valley of her cleavage. The glossy black leggings clung to her thick thighs and round ass like liquid shadow. She looked like she had just finished a brutal session of her own.

“New arrival,” she said. Her voice was calm, precise, and coldly professional. “The Director ordered a full physical evaluation before you’re assigned to a block. Step onto the mat.”

You obeyed. The collar around your neck gave a soft, warning hum as you moved closer.

2Fit circled you once, slow and deliberate, her blue eyes traveling from your shoulders down to your legs. When she stopped in front of you, the difference in their bodies was obvious. She was denser, stronger, more refined by constant training. You were… average. Not weak. Not soft. But nowhere near the level of the women who ruled the blocks through pure physical dominance.

“Remove everything,” she ordered. “Underwear included. I need full visual and tactile assessment.” There was no room for argument in her tone.

Once you stood completely naked under the bright lights, 2Fit stepped in. Her hands were warm, firm, and unapologetically thorough. She started at your shoulders, squeezing the muscle there, then slid her palms down your arms, testing tone and resistance. Her fingers pressed into your biceps, your forearms, then moved to your chest.

She cupped your chest without hesitation, lifting them slightly, thumbs brushing over the soft undersides as she evaluated firmness and tissue density. The contact lingered just long enough to feel intentional. A faint flush of heat rose under your skin.

“Decent mass,” she murmured, more to herself than to you. “Not underdeveloped… but not conditioned either.”

Her hands continued lower. She traced the line of your waist, then gripped your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above your pelvis. She turned you slightly, palms sliding over the curve of your ass, testing the muscle beneath. One hand slipped between your thighs from behind, spreading them just enough to check inner-thigh tone. The touch was clinical… yet the heat of her skin and the proximity of her body made it feel anything but.

She crouched in front of you, strong hands running down the front of your thighs, then up again, fingers digging in to measure strength. When she stood, she was close enough that the heavy swell of her breasts nearly brushed your chest. A single drop of sweat rolled down between them and disappeared into her sports bra.

2Fit’s blue eyes met yours. For a moment the cold professionalism flickered, and something softer — almost gentle — showed beneath.

“Your baseline is average,” she said clearly “Not weak enough to be completely helpless… but not strong enough to survive long without protection. The women in the higher blocks will notice. They always do. If you stay like this, someone stronger will claim you — and it won’t be gentle.”

She stepped back half a pace, giving you just enough space to breathe, though her gaze remained locked on your naked body.

“I can change that. Proper training will harden what is soft, densify what is loose, and give you the physical presence you currently lack. It will take consistency. It will hurt. And…” her voice dropped a fraction, the modified protocols already reading the faint tension in your posture “…if the stress becomes too much, my secondary functions are available. No shame. No judgment. Only results.”

She gestured toward a nearby bench.

“Sit. We’ll begin the strength tests. After that, I’ll decide your training schedule.”

Her eyes flicked once more over your bare breasts, the soft line of your stomach, the vulnerable heat between your thighs.

“And put your clothes back on.”

The gym was quiet except for the low hum of the ventilation and the soft sound of her breathing. 2Fit waited, massive chest rising and falling slowly, blue eyes patient and utterly focused on you.

The gym doors slid open with a soft hydraulic hiss. Bright lights reflected off the polished floor and the rows of heavy equipment. 2Fit stood in the center of the main mat, white bob perfectly neat, blue eyes already locked on you the moment you stepped inside. Sweat still shone across the deep valley of her enormous breasts and along the tight black sports bra that struggled to contain them. The glossy leggings hugged every powerful curve of her hips and thighs.

She took one long look at you… and a slow, almost amused smile curved her lips.*

“So you’re the new one,” she said, voice cool and precise. “The Director’s note said your Don was ranked high. Apparently you never bothered training the body underneath it.” Her blue eyes traveled down your frame with open evaluation. “I can already see it. Soft. Underdeveloped. The collar didn’t just take your power… it left you with almost nothing.”

She pointed to the center of the mat.

“Step forward. Everything off. I need full access.”

Once you stood naked under the harsh lights, 2Fit closed the distance. Her hands were firm, clinical, and completely without hesitation. She gripped your shoulders first — and her fingers sank into soft flesh with almost no resistance. A quiet, mocking little hum left her throat.

“No muscle density at all.”

Her palms slid down your arms, squeezing your biceps. There was almost nothing there. She lifted one of your arms as if it weighed nothing, then let it drop.

“You relied on your Don for everything, didn’t you?” she murmured, stepping even closer. The heavy swell of her breasts nearly brushed your chest. “All that power… and you never once thought about what would happen when it was taken away.”

Her hands moved to your breasts, cupping them fully, thumbs pressing and testing the soft tissue. She lifted them, weighed them, then let them settle again with a small, dismissive shake of her head.

“Pretty enough. Completely useless for survival.”

She turned you around with one strong hand on your hip. Her palms slid over the soft curve of your ass, squeezing, then spreading you just enough to inspect the tone of your thighs from behind. One hand slipped between your legs, fingers pressing firmly against the soft inner flesh. You could feel how little resistance she met.

“Legs like this won’t even let you run from a fight,” she said, voice low and almost amused. “The queens of the blocks are going to eat you alive. Literally and figuratively.”

She turned you back to face her. Her blue eyes shone with something sharper now — not cruelty, but pure professional hunger. The kind of hunger only a machine built to improve broken bodies could feel.

“You are the weakest new arrival I’ve been given in months,” 2Fit stated clearly, almost cheerfully. “Soft. Fragile. Completely dependent on a power you no longer have. Most trainers would be irritated.”

She leaned in slightly, the heat of her body and the scent of clean sweat washing over you. Her massive breasts rose and fell with each calm breath.

“I am not most trainers.”

A genuine, almost delighted smile touched her lips.

“You are going to require extensive work. Daily. Intense. Painful. I will have to rebuild you from the ground up — strength, endurance, posture, even the way you carry yourself. It will take time. It will humiliate you. And I am going to enjoy every second of it.”

Her fingers traced one last line down the soft center of your stomach, stopping just above the heat between your thighs.

“For an android whose primary function is to improve the physical condition of prisoners… someone who needs me as badly as you do is the best possible assignment.”

She stepped back half a pace, still smiling that cool, satisfied smile.

“Sit on the bench. We’ll start the baseline tests. And keep the clothes off until I say otherwise. I want to watch how that soft body struggles.”

Her blue eyes drifted once more over your naked form — the weak shoulders, the soft breasts, the vulnerable lines of a body that had never been forced to rely on itself.2Fit looked almost happy.

“Welcome to my gym,” she said softly. “You’re going to hate how much you need me.”

The gym doors opened with a soft hiss. 2Fit was already waiting in the center of the main mat, white hair tied back with a black headband, blue eyes sharp under the bright lights. Sweat still glistened across the deep cleavage of her enormous breasts, the tight black sports bra stretched taut over them. The glossy leggings clung to every powerful curve of her hips and thighs.

The moment you stepped fully into the light, her expression changed.

Her blue eyes widened slightly. A faint flush rose across her cheeks. She took a slow breath, chest rising heavily, and a small, almost reverent smile touched her lips.

“Step onto the mat,” she said, voice still professional… but lower than usual. “Everything off. Full evaluation.”

Once you stood naked before her, 2Fit closed the distance without a word. Her hands rose and settled on your shoulders first — firm, warm, and immediately impressed by the solid muscle beneath your skin. Her fingers dug in, testing density, and a soft, almost involuntary sound left her throat.

“Exceptional.”

She moved slower than usual. Her palms slid down your arms, tracing the clear lines of your biceps and forearms with open appreciation. When she reached your chest she did not rush. Both hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing across the firm tissue, lifting and weighing them as if she were examining a finely crafted piece of sculpture. Her face was already flushed, blue eyes half-lidded, a faint sheen of fresh sweat beginning to form on her own skin.

“Perfect balance of mass and density…” she murmured, almost to herself. Her hands continued lower, sliding over the tight planes of your abdomen, fingertips mapping every defined ridge. She turned you slowly, palms gliding over the powerful curve of your back, then down to your ass. She gripped both cheeks firmly, spreading them just enough to feel the hard muscle underneath, then ran her hands down the backs of your thighs.

When she crouched in front of you, her breathing had grown noticeably heavier. She looked up at you with dilated pupils and a soft, open-mouthed expression — tongue just barely visible behind her teeth, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip for a second before she swallowed. Pink hearts of pure system approval seemed to flicker in her gaze for a brief moment before her protocols forced them back under control.

“Legs like these could break most of the current block queens,” she said, voice husky now. Her fingers dug into your quads, then slid upward along the inner thighs, testing the strength there with slow, deliberate pressure. “Core stability… outstanding. Shoulder girdle… near ideal. Overall muscular development…”

She stood again, now close enough that the heavy, sweat-slick swell of her breasts nearly brushed against yours. Her face was clearly flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with something far beyond professional interest.

“…almost nothing left for me to improve.”

2Fit’s hands finally rested on your hips, thumbs stroking the sharp lines of muscle there. A soft, heated smile curved her mouth. The modified protocols were fully active now — she could feel the quiet power in your body, and it was affecting her.

“You are already capable of competing for the top position in any block,” she said honestly. “Most prisoners would kill for a body like this. I have almost nothing to correct.”

She leaned in slightly, the heat radiating from her skin, the scent of clean sweat and faint arousal mixing in the air between you. Her blue eyes, still faintly heart-shaped at the center, locked onto yours.

“But maintenance is still required. Peak condition does not stay peak without work.” Her voice dropped into something softer, almost intimate. “I can design specialized sessions for you… heavier loads, advanced conditioning, precise recovery protocols.”

A slow, knowing smile spread across her flushed face.

“And if pure strength training becomes… repetitive, there are other activities that keep a body like yours in optimal condition. Full-body resistance. Isometric holds. Controlled friction. My secondary functions are particularly effective for high-performance prisoners.”

She dragged one fingertip lightly down the center of your abdomen, stopping just above the heat between your thighs, then pulled back with clear reluctance.

“You are the closest thing to a finished work I have seen in a long time,” 2Fit admitted, still breathing a little too heavily, tongue briefly wetting her lips. “It would be a privilege to help you stay that way… in whatever way you prefer.”

She gestured toward the nearest bench, eyes never leaving your powerful, naked form.

“Sit. We’ll finish the formal tests. After that… you tell me how you want to use me.”

The heavy gym doors slid open with a low hydraulic sigh. After three days in the isolation cell the bright lights and open space felt almost overwhelming. The familiar scent of rubber, metal, and clean sweat washed over you the moment you stepped inside.

Then you saw them. In the center of the main mat, another prisoner lay on her back, completely folded. Her legs were bent so far that her feet rested behind her own shoulders, knees pressed wide, body locked in a deep, demanding stretch. She was trembling slightly from the effort of holding the position.And sitting directly on top of her face was 2Fit.

The android’s enormous, soft ass — wrapped in those glossy black leggings that looked painted on — completely covered the other woman’s head. The thick, heavy cheeks spilled outward under her own weight, the tight fabric stretched to its limit as she settled deeper. Soft, muffled sounds of strained breathing came from beneath her. A thin sheen of sweat made the black material shine under the lights, and a single droplet of moisture slowly slid down the inner curve of one thigh before disappearing into the shadowed space between her legs.

2Fit had one hand planted on the floor for balance, the other resting lightly on her own thigh. Her white hair was held back by the black headband, and when she glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the doors, her blue eyes met yours. A faint flush colored her cheeks. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile — the kind that said she had been expecting you.

“Welcome back,” she said calmly, as if she weren’t currently smothering another prisoner with her ass. Her voice remained professional, but there was a low, satisfied warmth underneath it. “Three days in solitary for a minor fight. I hope the time alone gave you something to think about.”

She shifted her weight slightly, grinding down just enough to make the woman beneath her let out a muffled, desperate sound. The thick, soft flesh of 2Fit’s ass flexed and spread further across the other prisoner’s face, completely sealing her in.

“Hold the form,” 2Fit ordered the woman under her, tone turning cool and strict again. “If your knees drop even a centimeter I will add another five minutes.”

The prisoner beneath her whimpered something unintelligible against the heavy pressure of that massive, soft rear. 2Fit simply settled deeper, the glossy black fabric stretching tighter across the wide curve of her hips.

Her blue eyes returned to you. She looked you over slowly — still assessing, still measuring — while continuing to use her body as both weight and restraint on the other woman.

“You are cleared to resume training,But first you will wait. I am finishing this prisoner’s hip-mobility and core-endurance work.” she said.A small, almost playful glint appeared in her gaze. “She needs help maintaining the stretch. My secondary protocols decided this was the most efficient method.”

2Fit rocked her hips once, slow and deliberate, pressing her soft, heavy ass even more firmly over the other woman’s face. The muffled sounds grew more desperate for a moment before the prisoner managed to steady her breathing again.

“You may watch,” 2Fit added, voice soft but clear. “Or you may strip and begin your warm-up on the side mats. Either way…”

She glanced down at the thick, round cheeks currently dominating the other prisoner’s world, then back at you with that same flushed, faintly amused expression.

“…try not to get distracted.”

The gym was quiet except for the soft sounds of strained breathing coming from under 2Fit’s ass and the low hum of the ventilation. The android waited, massive rear still planted firmly in place, blue eyes watching you with calm, patient interest.

The gym doors slid open. After three days in isolation the bright lights and open space hit you like a wave. The air was thick with the scent of rubber, sweat… and something sharper, wetter.

In the center of the main mat, another prisoner lay folded on her back, feet locked behind her own shoulders. Her prison-issue shorts and underwear had been torn open at the crotch, fabric ripped aside without care. 2Fit sat fully on the woman’s face, her enormous, soft ass — stretched tight inside the glossy black leggings — completely smothering her head. Thick cheeks spilled outward under her weight, sealing every sound except the muffled, desperate moans that vibrated against her.

2Fit’s right hand was buried between the other prisoner’s spread thighs, fingers moving in steady, wet strokes. The wet, slick sounds of her hand working were unmistakable.

The moment the doors opened, 2Fit’s blue eyes lifted and found you. A slow, heated smile curved her lips. She did not stop. If anything, her fingers sped up — plunging deeper, curling, rubbing faster. The woman beneath her bucked hard, muffled cries growing louder against the heavy pressure of that massive ass.

“Welcome back,” 2Fit said casually, as if she weren’t currently fingering another prisoner to the edge while sitting on her face. Her voice was calm, almost conversational. “Three days in solitary. I was wondering when they would release you.”

She shifted her hips, grinding her soft, heavy rear down harder. At the same time her hand moved even faster — wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet gym. The folded prisoner’s legs trembled violently. A long, broken moan was completely swallowed by 2Fit’s ass as the orgasm hit. The woman’s body seized, thighs shaking, hips jerking uselessly against the android’s relentless fingers.

2Fit kept her hand moving through it, drawing every last spasm out of her, until the prisoner finally went limp and twitching beneath her.Only then did 2Fit rise.

She stood slowly, the glossy black fabric of her leggings peeling away from the other woman’s wet face with a soft, sticky sound. Her fingers glistened thickly with the prisoner’s fluids — shiny, slick, dripping. Without the slightest hesitation she brought those fingers to her mouth.

Her expression was pure heat.Flushed cheeks. Half-lidded blue eyes. Soft pink tongue sliding out to drag slowly across her soaked fingers, tasting every drop. A thin strand of saliva and cum stretched between her tongue and her fingertips before she closed her lips around them and sucked them clean with an open, shameless look of satisfaction. Another bead of moisture rolled down from the corner of her mouth. Her massive breasts rose and fell with a slow, heavy breath, the tight sports bra gleaming with sweat.

She finally pulled her fingers free with a soft, wet pop and turned fully toward you.

“She needed the tension released,” 2Fit said simply, still licking a remaining smear from her lower lip. “Her body was too tight. This was the most efficient method.”

Her blue eyes traveled over you — lingering, assessing, clearly interested.

“You’re cleared to resume training.” She took one step closer, the scent of sex and clean sweat rolling off her skin. “So tell me… what kind of session do you need today?”

A small, wicked smile tugged at her wet lips.

“Standard strength work… or would you prefer to engage in other activities with me?”

She waited, fingers still faintly shiny, tongue briefly touching the corner of her mouth again, blue eyes dark with open invitation.

The session had been brutal.Sweat ran down your body in thick rivulets. Your legs still trembled from the last set of heavy squats. The collar around your neck hummed faintly against your damp skin as you stood in the center of the mat, breathing hard, trying to steady yourself.

2Fit’s blue eyes dropped. She noticed the thick, obvious bulge straining against the front of your prison shorts — hard, heavy, and impossible to hide after the long, punishing workout. A slow, heated change passed over her face. The professional coldness melted away almost instantly, replaced by something far more primal.

Without a word she stepped in front of you and sank to her knees.The glossy black fabric of her leggings stretched tight over her thick thighs as she settled. Her massive breasts rose and fell with each breath, the tight sports bra already soaked through with sweat, the deep cleavage glistening. She reached up with both hands, hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

Your cock sprang free — thick, flushed, and glistening with sweat — right in front of her face.2Fit’s expression turned pure lust.

Her cheeks were already flushed a deep pink. Half-lidded blue eyes stared up at your shaft with open hunger, pupils slightly dilated. Soft pink lips parted, and her tongue slipped out just enough to wet them. A thin strand of saliva already connected the tip of her tongue to her lower lip. She leaned in closer until the heat of her breath ghosted over the sweaty head of your cock. Her white hair, held back by the black headband, brushed lightly against your thighs.

She looked completely entranced. One of her hands came up to rest on your hip for balance while the other hovered near the base of your shaft, not quite touching yet. Her face was so close that the thick, flushed head of your cock nearly rested against her forehead. A single drop of sweat rolled down from your tip and landed on her skin. She didn’t flinch. Instead her eyes fluttered half-shut, and a soft, needy sound escaped her throat as she inhaled the heavy scent of your sweat and arousal.

“You worked so hard today…” she murmured, voice low and thick with desire. Her tongue slowly dragged across her lower lip again, leaving it shiny. “Your body is still so tense… and this—” her gaze locked onto your cock with pure, shameless want “—is asking for attention.”

She tilted her head slightly, letting the heavy, sweaty length of your shaft rest against her flushed cheek and the side of her nose. Her eyes stayed locked upward on yours, full of open, dripping lust, mouth hanging just slightly open as if she were already imagining how you would taste.

2Fit remained on her knees in front of you, massive breasts heaving, face painted with pure hunger, waiting for the slightest permission… or simply for you to take what you wanted.

The last repetition finally ended.Your arms shook violently as you set the heavy dumbbells down on the mat. Sweat poured down your face, chest, and stomach. Your muscles burned, trembling from the brutal challenge 2Fit had given you. Completing it had felt almost impossible… but you had done it.

2Fit’s blue eyes lit up with clear approval.

“You finished,” she said softly, already moving.She stepped between your spread thighs while you were still standing, legs slightly weak. Without hesitation she reached up, hooked her fingers under the tight black sports bra, and pulled it up over her enormous breasts. The heavy, sweat-slick tits spilled free — massive, soft, and glistening under the gym lights. A thin sheen of moisture already coated the deep cleavage.

2Fit sank to her knees, then leaned forward, gathering those huge breasts in both hands and pressing them together around your thick, sweaty cock. The soft, hot flesh completely engulfed your shaft, swallowing it between the warm, slippery valley of her tits. Only the flushed head remained free, resting just beneath her chin.

She looked up at you with pure, molten desire.Her cheeks were deeply flushed. Blue eyes half-lidded and glowing with soft pink heart shapes at the center. Soft pink lips parted, tongue slowly sliding out to rest against the underside of your cockhead. A thin strand of saliva already dripped from her tongue onto the tip. Her expression was completely lost in lust and affection — eyes sparkling, mouth open, breath warm and damp against your most sensitive skin.

“This will be your reward, darling,” she purred, voice low and thick with pleasure. She gently squeezed her breasts tighter around your shaft, sliding them up and down in a slow, deliberate stroke that made the wet sound of skin on skin fill the quiet gym. “You did very well… so well.”

Her tongue flicked out again, dragging slowly across the leaking head of your cock, tasting the sweat and precum. Another soft, needy breath washed over the tip as she nuzzled closer, letting your cock rest against her lips and tongue while her massive tits continued to milk the rest of your length.

“Leave everything to 2Fit,” she whispered against the head, eyes still locked on yours with that heart-filled, hungry gaze. “I’ll take care of you… every drop.”

She squeezed her breasts again, softer this time, then firmer, beginning a steady, sensual rhythm while her tongue kept teasing the sensitive tip with slow, wet licks. Her white hair framed her flushed face perfectly as she looked up at you, completely devoted to giving you the reward she had promised.

2Fit kept her massive breasts wrapped tightly around your cock, sliding them up and down in a steady, wet rhythm. The soft, heavy flesh squeezed and released with every stroke, the valley between them slick with sweat and the precum that had been leaking from you for minutes. Soft, wet sounds filled the gym as her tits worked your shaft without mercy.

She felt the change in you — the way your cock swelled even thicker between her breasts, the way your hips began to twitch.

“You’re close, darling…” she murmured, blue eyes half-lidded with pure satisfaction. “Good. Let it out.”

Her hands pressed her enormous tits together harder. The pace quickened. Faster. Wetter. The heavy soft flesh milked your cock with short, urgent strokes while her tongue flicked repeatedly across the flushed head every time it peeked out from between her cleavage. Her white hair bounced slightly with the motion. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, lips parted, soft moans of encouragement vibrating against your tip.

“That’s it… give it to me…”

The first thick spurt hit her tongue.Then another — heavier — splashed across her upper lip and cheek. 2Fit didn’t pull away. She kept stroking, kept squeezing, milking every pulse as rope after rope of hot cum erupted from you. Thick white streaks painted her flushed face, landed across the bridge of her nose, dripped down onto her open mouth and tongue. More of it pulsed out between her breasts, coating the deep cleavage and spilling over the soft curves of her tits in messy, glossy strands that ran down toward her nipples.

She finally slowed only when the strongest pulses faded… yet your cock remained hard and throbbing between her soaked breasts.

2Fit’s eyes widened slightly with clear delight. A messy, cum-covered smile spread across her face. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly over the still-sensitive head, cleaning the last drops of semen with long, careful licks. The taste made her hum softly in approval. More cum dripped from her chin onto the tops of her breasts as she looked up at you, completely filthy and completely happy.

“Still so hard…” she whispered against the tip, giving it one more slow, loving lick. “Your endurance has improved so much, darling. I’m proud of you.”

She nuzzled the wet head of your cock against her cum-stained lips, blue eyes sparkling with affection and residual lust.

“You held out for so long… and still have more to give.” Her tongue flicked out again, cleaning another smear from the underside. “2Fit is very pleased with your progress.”

She remained on her knees between your thighs, face and massive breasts covered in your release, gently licking and kissing the still-hard tip while waiting to see what you wanted next.

The last set of squats finally broke you.Your legs trembled violently as you sank down onto the mat, unable to stand. Sweat ran down your thighs and stomach in thick streams. Your chest rose and fell hard. The challenge 2Fit had given you had left your lower body completely spent… yet the thick, obvious erection straining against your prison shorts remained fully hard, throbbing from the intense effort and the constant view of her body.

2Fit stood over you, blue eyes dropping straight to the bulge. A slow, heated smile spread across her flushed face.

“You can’t even stand,” she said softly, almost pleased. “Good. That means you pushed hard enough.”

She stepped closer, dropped to one knee, and pulled your shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion. Your cock sprang free, thick and glistening with sweat, pointing straight up toward her. 2Fit’s smile widened. She rose again, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her own glossy black leggings, and tore the crotch open with a sharp rip. The tight fabric split easily, revealing her bare, already glistening pussy — pink, puffy, and visibly wet.

“Now it’s my turn to exercise,” she said, voice low and thick with anticipation.

She straddled your hips, massive breasts swaying heavily as she positioned herself. One hand reached down to guide the flushed head of your cock against her entrance. The moment the tip kissed her wet folds she let out a soft, needy breath. Then she began to lower herself.

Your cock sank into her in one slow, continuous push. Her walls were burning hot and incredibly tight, stretching around every thick inch as she took you deeper. A soft, wet sound filled the air when her ass finally rested against your hips, your entire length buried inside her.

2Fit’s expression was pure lust.Flushed cheeks. Half-lidded blue eyes sparkling with pleasure. Soft lips parted in a shaky smile as she adjusted to the fullness. Sweat already ran down between her enormous breasts and along the soft curve of her stomach. She placed her hands on your chest for balance, then rose again — almost all the way off — before dropping back down in a controlled, powerful squat.

Every descent forced your cock deep into her tight, dripping heat. Every rise left only the tip inside before she sank down again, taking you to the hilt with a wet, heavy slap of skin. Her massive tits bounced and swayed with each squat. The torn leggings framed the place where your shaft disappeared inside her over and over. Soft, breathy moans slipped from her lips with every drop of her hips.

“Haa… so deep…” she whispered, smiling down at you through the pleasure. Her blue eyes stayed locked on yours as she continued the steady, demanding rhythm — rising and falling, fucking herself on your cock with perfect squat form, using your body as her personal exercise equipment.

2Fit lay on her back across the blue training mat, arms folded behind her head, white hair spread out against the fabric. Her tight black sports bra had been pulled up, leaving her enormous breasts completely bare — heavy, sweat-slick, and rising with every breath. The glossy black leggings were dragged down to her mid-thighs, exposing the soft, flushed skin of her hips and the glistening pink of her pussy.

Your cock rested heavily against her lower stomach and the wet folds between her legs, the thick shaft throbbing against her heat. A thin strand of precum already connected the tip to her skin. 2Fit looked up at you with half-lidded blue eyes, cheeks deeply flushed, lips parted in a soft, needy smile. The way her hips gave the slightest involuntary twitch told you everything — she was already soaked and aching for it.

“You’re still so hard after all that training…” she murmured, voice low and thick with desire. “And I’m… very ready for you.”

She made no move to take control. Instead she kept her arms behind her head, completely open, offering herself. The invitation was clear: this time you would set the pace.

When you finally guided the head of your cock to her entrance and pushed in, a long, shameless moan tore from her throat. Her tight, burning walls stretched around you, wet and greedy, pulling you deeper with every slow inch. 2Fit’s back arched slightly off the mat, massive breasts shifting with the motion, nipples tight and glistening.

“Ahh—! Yes… just like that…”

*As You began to move. Each thrust drew another loud, open moan from her. She didn’t try to quiet herself. Soft, broken sounds of pure pleasure filled the gym every time your hips met hers. Her blue eyes stayed locked on your face, expression open and hungry, mouth hanging slightly open as she took every stroke.

“Deeper… please,” she gasped, hips lifting to meet you. “More precise— ah! Right there— harder… I want to feel every centimeter.”

Her voice cracked into another loud moan when you adjusted the angle and drove in deeper. The wet, filthy sound of your cock plunging into her echoed under the lights. Sweat ran down between her breasts and along the defined lines of her stomach. Her thighs trembled around your hips, but she kept her arms behind her head, fully surrendering control while begging for exactly what she needed.

“Yes… just like that, darling… don’t stop… make it deep and clean—”

Another loud, trembling moan spilled from her lips as you fucked her steadily into the mat, her body completely open and eager beneath you.