EP9: трахАю Airi в спортзале - Секретный пирог

While guiding Ian through some basic exercises, Airi decided to help him with form by sitting close—almost too close. She settled lightly across his lap, steadying his arms as he lifted the weights, her warm breath brushing his neck. The closeness between them stirred something unspoken, a quiet tension crackling between their bodies. Airi couldn't help but smile at how flustered Ian looked beneath her, and she gently swayed in place, her motions slow, deliberate. The chemistry between them grew heavier with each passing second. Though no words were exchanged, the look in their eyes spoke volumes. Later, as they left the gym under the moonlight, their hands brushed, lingered, then finally intertwined—both knowing that what had started as a workout had turned into something far more intimate.