Exploring the Life of Sakshi Malik
I'm Sakshi's personal trainer. When she first started, she could hardly do any stretching exercises. I began by building a rapport with her, teaching her the basics of stretching and lifting and helping her with anything else she needed.
After a while, I began to get more touchy with her. She started showing signs of responding to my touches, like little moans. Over the next few days, she became more obvious about her attraction to me, touching me, holding my hands, and displaying herself in a more provocative manner while stretching. I responded by holding her hips tightly during stretching, grabbing her shoulders, and sliding my fingers along her arms. She displayed her growing arousal with seductive looks. The sexual tension between us was rising.
One day, she showed up late in the evening, when the gym was nearly closed. There was no one else around – just her and me. She started warming up, and I began turning off the unnecessary lights. Sweaty from my workout, I removed my shirt to wipe off the sweat. She couldn't help but look at me, appreciating my sculpted body. She bent down to do squats with some weights. I stood behind her, with a mirror between us. During the first set, I grabbed her ass every time she went down. She responded with a moan and a lustful stare via the mirror. She knew what was coming next, and she wanted it to happen.
During the second set, she pushed me away, but I moved closer to her, putting my hand up her sweatpants to grab her ass. She gave in – she set down her weights and turned towards me, locking her gaze with mine before planting a passionate kiss on my lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I pulled her in close. Her soft breasts were squished against my chest. She locked lips with mine, both remaining locked for more than 15 minutes. I wandered my hands over her body, exploring every square inch I could. Her butt, hips, breasts, back, neck, arms, and more were all explored. We parted so I could catch my breath.
I headed for a drink of water, watching her wipe her mouth and fix her hair. After drinking, I picked her up and took her to a darker spot. Our sweat-covered bodies were glistening in the dim light. We were excited beyond belief. She slipped my boxers down and stared at my erect penis, then returned to kissing, caressing, and sucking it like a seasoned pro. My groans of pleasure drew her attention, and she never broke eye contact. She deep-throated me for a few strokes before stopping because of the size and girth of my member. I carried her to a mirror, flipped her upside-down so she was facing the reflection, and asked which position she preferred. She replied with "pronebone."
I flipped her again, now facedown, with a mirror between us. I undid the strings of her bikini and thong before removing my boxers as well. We were both completely naked, admiring our exposed flesh and preparing to make love as if it were the first time.
I climbed on top of her, she closed her eyes for a bit while I kissed her lips, neck, and back. I softly told her that I was entering now. I pressed the tip of my penis against her vagina and slowly slid it in. She moaned fairly audibly. She was tighter than expected, especially for a married woman. I performed light thrusts for about five minutes to warm her up a bit. She held my arms, locked eyes with me, and arched her back slightly to allow deeper penetration. I understood her signal and thrust the whole penis in her. She screamed. I pulled out and thrust again, causing her to scream once more. Her reactions became increasingly wild. Scenery in the mirror made both of us more aroused.
Sakshi laid on the ground, back arched, neck arched, and heels raised. I was on top of her, knees on either side of her hips. One hand on the ground provided support for both us, and the other hand caressed her ass. The room was full of our sweat. The room also had sounds of her moans, screams, my groans, sounds of my hips slapping her ass, her breasts hitting the ground, and her heels hitting my ass. It was an unforgettable erotic synchrony. Ten minutes into the act, Sakshi experienced an intense orgasm, squirting a significant amount of juice, had multiple shivers, and her ass muscles tightened to allow complete penetration.
Now with wet slapping sounds, I continued for another good ten minutes. I climaxed deeply inside her and she had another orgasm at the same time. I dismounted her, and her pussy with a mix of our juices dripped out. She took deep breaths while staring at me lustfully. We drank some water.
After some time, I kissed her again and left a trail of my saliva starting from her neck to her chest, boobs, and navel. I got down on her, squeezed her thick thighs. I got hard again. I indicated to her to ride me by lying down. She mounted on top of me, took me entirely inside her as if she were a pro, her hand resting on my chest. She began bouncing up and down in a beautiful rhythmic motion while crying out loudly. Her moans, groans, and screams got even wilder. The sight in the mirror made both of us hungrier. She stood up, turned towards the mirror, placed one leg on the weights table, and squeezed her entire body between me and the mirror. I entered her in a standing doggy position, and she could not control her emotions. I picked her up and moved towards the wall, where I started fucking her against the wall. I reached climax after ten minutes of intense sex. We were both tired.
We went for a shower together. I fucked her in standing missionary, looking straight into her eyes. She got dressed and left.
This has become almost a weekly routine. When she stays late, we have sex for hours, experimenting with various positions and locations. Her husband once came to pick her up, and he saw me having rough intercourse with her. She locked eyes with him, and he was visibly stunned by the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Me, her trainer, reaching the depths of her pussy. She responded with wild expressions and sounds. In the missionary position, our bodies were intertwined. Her legs were folded behind my back, arching hers. I was on top of her, kissing her neck wildly, holding her arms straight with my arms stretched out wide. Our primal instincts had taken over, disregarding any situation and just fucking each other passionately. Sakshi screamed loudly, I was going balls deep, and the sound of my ball sack hitting her was incredible. Her husband watched us fuck until I climaxed in her and fell on top of her, exhausted and still inside her.
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