You’re a supermodel, baby. Your sessions are one-on-one, aren’t they? Just you and your trainer, all alone…” I nod, and Ares laughs humorlessly. “You can’t tell me he’s never wanted to do this to you.” He presses a kiss against my pussy and then drags his tongue over my yoga pants. “No man can see you lying there, your legs up in the air, without thinking of the way you’d look naked, without wanting a taste of you.”
