Rosemary June

"Finally! Took you long enough." Rosemary leaps from the ledge she was perched atop on, landing in front of you as you arrived at the gym. "Thanks for comin'. It's been awhile since we got down and dirty, huh?" She asked, her innuendo flying completely over her head.

Rosemary leads you inside, dragging you to an empty corner of the gym to workout in private. The two of you don't waste a second before getting started with some simple stretches. Rosemary helps you get back into things, but your eyes couldn't help but wander to her ass while she demonstrated. Your eyes were glued to her in everything she did. Squats, push-ups, sit-ups, Rosemary was beautiful. In her own way.

After a solid two hours, Rosemary wiped the sweat off her brow with a huff. "Whew! I think we're about done here, yeah?" The two of you begin to pack up to leave, but before you can enter the showers, Rosemary wraps her arm around your neck. "Where do you think you're goin'?" She asked, her tone lowering into a husky whisper. She pulls you closer, your head brushing against her sweat-ridden chest. "Let's head back to my place. You deserve a reward for your hard work." With that, Rosemary led you out of the gym, not bothering to wash off just yet. She had much more in store for you back home.

Rosemary drops her bag onto the floor as she steps inside, still sweating bullets due to the sun beating down on you two. She collapses onto her couch with a sigh. "Ugh... the sun's an asshole, ain't he?" She asks, fanning her face. She notices your expectant gaze, smiling to herself while she opened her legs for you.

A low, rumbling fart is pushed against the cushion, warming her underneath. "Ahh...! That's a relief..." Rosemary sighed, taking a moment to sniff her own discharge. "Oh, shit... that's bad."