Forbidden fitness session of celebrity PART 3

Forbidden fitness session of celebrity 

Part 3

Ketaki's mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions as she lay there on the gym ball, her body still reeling from the intense passion that had just consumed her. On one hand, she knew that what had just happened could be a major scandal if anyone found out - after all, she was a celebrity with a reputation to uphold.

But on the other hand... oh Gosh, it felt so good. So incredibly good. She couldn't help but feel like she'd been transported to another world, one where nothing mattered except for this raw, primal desire that burned between them.

And Henry... oh Henry. He was everything and more than she could have ever hoped for in a lover. Tall, handsome, muscular - and with skin as white as snow to boot.

As Henry wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close against him once again, Ketaki felt herself melting into his embrace like wax before a flame.

Henry:

(whispering softly, lips brushing her ear)

“Hey, you okay?”

Ketaki’s breath hitched, her dark eyes meeting his in the mirror, losing herself in their intensity. The gym’s stillness amplified their closeness, the creak of the gym ball a faint echo of their earlier frenzy.

Ketaki:

(nodding slowly, voice breathy)

“Yeah. I’m good. But… can we do it again?”

 

Henry’s eyes widened with surprise, a slow, hungry smile spreading across his face, his fair skin flushing with renewed desire.

Henry:

(voice husky, teasing)

“Again? You sure, princess?”

Ketaki nodded eagerly, her heart pounding like a drumbeat, her fear of scandal drowned by the craving that consumed her. She shifted against the ball, her hips brushing his, a silent plea for more.

Ketaki:

(whispering, voice trembling with need)

“Yes. Just one more time.”

And Henry - oh Henry - he didn't hesitate for a moment. He pulled himself up to his knees and wrapped his hands around Ketaki's hips once again, pulling her back against him as he prepared to take her once more into the depths of passion and pleasure.

Henry gently turned Ketaki to face him, his hands cupping her face with a tenderness that belied the raw passion that still burned between them. She was sitting on the gym ball, her legs splayed open in wanton invitation, while he knelt before her on the floor.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment they simply stared at each other - drinking in every detail of the other's face as if committing it to memory. Then Henry leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips met in a searing kiss.

Ketaki moaned into Henry's mouth as he claimed her lips with his own. His tongue slid past her teeth to dance with hers in an erotic tango that sent shivers down her spine. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer still as she lost herself in the taste and feel of him.

Henry's hands slid down from Ketaki's face to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head this way and that so he could deepen their kiss even further. He licked along the seam of her lips before plunging back inside to explore the sweet recesses of her mouth.

Ketaki's head spun with the intensity of it all. She could feel herself getting lost in Henry - drowning in his touch, his taste, his scent. It was intoxicating... addictive... and she never wanted it to end.

Henry's lips trailed from Ketaki's mouth down to the slender column of her throat. He licked and nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he made his way lower and lower.

 

His hands slid up under Ketaki's sports bra, pushing the flimsy material out of the way until her breasts sprang free. They were perfect - round and full, with rosy nipples that begged for his touch.

 

Henry cupped one breast in each hand, squeezing gently as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Ketaki gasped and arched into him, pressing herself more firmly against his palms.

"Oh God," she moaned softly, her head falling back as Henry lavished attention on her aching breasts. "That feels so good..."

Henry growled low in his throat in response, ducking his head to capture one nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard before grazing it lightly with this teeth - just enough pressure to make Ketaki cry out in pleasure-pain.

Henry's mouth crashed against Ketaki's in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging past her lips to claim every inch of her sweetness. He kissed her like a man possessed - all hunger and need and raw, primal desire.

 

His hands roamed over Ketaki's body as he devoured her mouth, squeezing and kneading the soft curves that he found there. He tugged at the waistband of her yoga pants, yanking them down over the swell of her hips until they pooled around her ankles.

Ketaki lifted herself up on shaky legs so that Henry could pull the offending garment completely off. Then she was naked before him - bare and exposed and utterly vulnerable. But instead of feeling shy or embarrassed, she felt powerful... desired... wanted.

Henry's eyes raked over Ketaki's nude form like a physical caress, drinking in every dip and curve with blatant appreciation. "You're fucking gorgeous," he growled softly.

Ketaki reached up to yank her sports bra the rest of the way off, tossing it aside carelessly. She was now completely naked before Henry - bare and exposed and utterly vulnerable.

 

But instead of feeling shy or embarrassed, she felt powerful... desired... wanted. And with a newfound sense of confidence, Ketaki wrapped her legs around Henry's waist and pulled him close against her.

Henry groaned as he felt Ketaki's slick heat pressing against his straining erection through the thin fabric of his shorts. He leaned forward to capture one rosy nipple between his lips once again, sucking hard as he rolled the other between his fingers.

Ketaki cried out in pleasure, arching into Henry's touch as he lavished attention on her aching breasts. Her hands slid down to grip his shoulders for support, nails digging into the corded muscles beneath his skin.

Henry's mouth was like a brand against Ketaki's skin as he sucked and nipped at her breasts, leaving behind a trail of dark hickeys that marked her as his. He was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure - determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from her trembling body.

Ketaki writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of sensation. Her nipples were hard little peaks, aching for more of Henry's touch even as he tormented them mercilessly with his teeth and tongue.

"Please," she gasped out, not even sure what she was begging for anymore. All she knew was that she needed more... needed everything... needed Henry.

Henry unwrapped Ketaki's legs from around his waist and turned her around on the gym ball so that she was lying face up, her head hanging down over the edge. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his cock jutting out obscenely as he loomed over her.

Ketaki's eyes widened as she realized what Henry intended to do. She parted her lips in anticipation, tongue darting out to wet them nervously.

Henry gripped the base of his shaft and rubbed the swollen head against Ketaki's waiting mouth. "Open wide," he commanded roughly.Ketaki obeyed without hesitation, opening her jaw as wide as it would go. Henry slid forward until the tip of his cock rested on her tongue - then with one smooth thrust, he pushed himself deep into the warm cavern of her throat.

Ketaki's eyes watered as Henry began to move in and out of her mouth, his cock sliding deep into the back of her throat with each stroke. She gagged slightly on the first few thrusts, but soon she was getting into a rhythm, her tongue working to accommodate Henry's powerful strokes.

Henry grunted with pleasure as he pumped in and out of Ketaki's mouth, his hands grasping for purchase on either side of her head. He could feel himself getting close to orgasm - the sensation building up inside him like a storm about to break.

"Ah... ah... oh God," he gasped out between ragged breaths. "You're so good at this..."

Ketaki moaned softly around his cock, trying to convey that she was enjoying herself despite the discomfort. She knew that if she didn't do something soon, Henry would blow his load down her throat without warning - and while it wasn't exactly unpleasant, it wasn't exactly what she wanted either.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Ketaki reached up and wrapped her fingers around Henry's shaft just below the head. She squeezed gently, trying to slow him down and give herself a chance to catch her breath.

Henry's eyes snapped open in surprise as he felt Ketaki's fingers wrap around his cock. He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering in mid-stroke as he tried to process what was happening.

"Ah... no... don't stop," he begged hoarsely, trying to pull back from the brink of orgasm. "Please..."

Henry's eyes flashed with a primal intensity as he realized that Ketaki was trying to slow him down. He growled low in his throat, his grip on her head tightening as he pulled back and then slammed forward again - this time going deeper than before.

 

Ketaki gagged hard on the sudden intrusion, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as Henry deep-throated her roughly. She felt like she was being swallowed whole by his cock, the sensation of it piercing deep into the back of her throat almost too much to bear.

But even as she struggled to breathe through the discomfort, Ketaki couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the roughness of Henry's technique. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before - a raw, primal connection that left her feeling breathless and wanting more.

Henry grunted with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of Ketaki's mouth, his hips moving with a wild abandon that left no doubt about how much he enjoyed himself.

Ketaki's eyes began to water again as Henry continued to deep-throat her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a rhythmic intensity that left her gasping for air. She felt like she was drowning in the sensation - suffocating under the weight of his passion.

But even as she struggled to breathe, Ketaki couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside her. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before - a raw, primal connection that left her feeling alive and connected to Henry in ways she never thought possible.

Henry's grunts grew louder and more urgent as he neared orgasm, his hips moving with an almost frenzied intensity as he pumped in and out of Ketaki's mouth. He could feel himself getting close - the sensation building up inside him like a storm about to break.

And then, suddenly, it happened. Henry let out a loud roar as he came hard into Ketaki's mouth, his cock pulsing with release as he emptied himself into her throat.

Henry lifted Ketaki up into a standing 69 position, her legs wrapping around his head as he knelt down in front of her. His face was now level with her dripping pussy - the musky scent of her arousal filling his nostrils and making his mouth water.

Ketaki moaned softly as she felt Henry's breath against her sensitive folds, the anticipation building inside her like a coiled spring ready to snap. She parted her thighs wider, silently begging him to taste her.

Henry didn't need to be asked twice. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the length of Ketaki's slit, savoring the sweet tang of her juices on his lips. She tasted divine - like honey and spice and everything nice.

Ketaki gasped in pleasure as Henry began to eat her out with gusto, his tongue delving deep into the hot cavern of her cunt as if he were starving for it. She could feel herself getting close already - the sensation building up inside like a tidal wave about to crash over a shore.

Ketaki's cries of pleasure grew louder and more urgent as Henry continued to feast on her pussy, his tongue working magic against the sensitive flesh. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm with each passing second - the sensation building up inside her like a tidal wave about to crash over a shore.

At the same time, Ketaki was determined not to let Henry outdo her. She redoubled her efforts on his cock, sucking hard and fast as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap. She wanted him to come again - wanted to taste his release on her tongue just like he was tasting hers.

Henry groaned around Ketaki's folds as he felt himself getting close once more, his hips bucking involuntarily into the warm cavern of her mouth. He could feel Ketaki's legs trembling around his head - a sure sign that she was almost there too.

Henry licked and sucked at Ketaki's pussy with a hunger that bordered on feral, his tongue delving deep into her dripping cunt as if he were starving for it. He could feel her thighs trembling around his head - a sure sign that she was close to orgasm.

Ketaki moaned loudly around Henry's cock as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building up inside her like a tidal wave about to crash over a shore. She could feel Henry's own release approaching as well - his hips bucking involuntarily into the warm cavern of her mouth.

The musky scent of her arousal filled the air as he buried his face between her legs, tongue lapping at her swollen folds with animalistic intensity.

Henry: 

(voice muffled against her cunt)

"Fuck, you taste like sin."

Ketaki's moans vibrated around his cock as she took him deeper, her nails digging into his thighs. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as his tongue found her clit, circling it with ruthless precision while two fingers plunged inside her dripping entrance.

Ketaki: 

(gasping around his shaft)

"H-Henry I'm—ah!—gonna—"

Henry growled against her pussy, sucking her clit hard just as his fingers curled upward. The dual stimulation sent Ketaki spiraling over the edge, her scream of release echoing through the empty gym as her orgasm crashed through her.

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Forbidden fitness session of celebrity part 2

Part 

With a low growl of triumph, Henry hooked his fingers into the waistband of Ketaki's trackpants and underwear, yanking them down in one swift motion. The flimsy fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. she knew deep down that Henry was right. He had claimed her, body and soul - and there was no going back from that now.

Ketaki's heart raced as she felt the cool air caress her most intimate places, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Henry's body pressed against her back. She knew there was no point in resisting any longer - he had already claimed her completely, mind, body and soul.

Henry's hands gripped Ketaki's hips with possessive force as he positioned himself at her entrance. The thick head of his cock nudged against her slick folds, teasing and taunting until she thought she might go mad with need.

And then, with one powerful thrust of his hips, Henry buried himself deep inside Ketaki's welcoming heat. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by her tight, wet walls.

Ketaki's eyes rolled back in her head as Henry filled her completely, stretching and claiming every inch of her most intimate space. She could feel the ridge of his cock pulsing against her inner muscles, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.

Ketaki's

(shattered pleas)

"I-I can't—OH!—can't take anymore but don't STOP!"

(nails scraping gym ball)

"(sob) Y-you're splitting me APART—yesYES!"

Henry set a relentless pace, pounding into Ketaki with deep, powerful strokes that left her breathless and aching for more. The gym ball creaked beneath them with each thrust, rocking and swaying like a bucking bronco as he rode her hard and fast.

Ketaki:

 (back arching violently)

"F-fill me! Ruin me! Just—ungh!—

(Bonus depraved twist)

make it hurt tomorrow!"

 

Ketaki's breasts bounced with the force of Henry's movements, nipples straining against the confines of her sports bra. She could feel another orgasm building deep within her core, a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment.

 

Henry seemed to sense Ketaki's impending release, and he redoubled his efforts to drive her over the edge. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he slammed into her again and again, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air.

With a final, brutal thrust, Henry buried himself to the hilt inside Ketaki's spasming channel. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied himself deep within her, flooding her with his hot seed.

 

henary

(murmured against Ketaki's skin.)

"You're mine now,…….Mine completely."

Ketaki screamed out her release as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her limp and boneless in Henry's arms. She could feel his length of shaft as he continued to pump into her, marking her as his own.

ketaki

(voice cracking)

"I swore I'd fight you but...mmph!... my body keeps sayingyes yes yes—"

As their bodies finally stilled, Henry wrapped his arms around Ketaki's waist and pulled her close. He nuzzled into the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of their mingled arousal like a man drowning in perfume And though every fiber of Ketaki's being rebelled at the thought of belonging to anyone else,

Henry

(He is snarling)

"Gonna fuck this tight cunt 'til you can't walk straight..."

Henry

(yanking hair harder)

"Such a good little slut for me now...ah!... love how you scream."

Henry's hand fisted in Ketaki's hair, gripping the silky strands like a leash as he continued to pound into her from behind. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, his cockhead kissing the entrance to her womb with each powerful thrust.

Ketaki gasped and moaned as Henry used her hair as a handle, yanking her head back and exposing the slender column of her throat. The slight sting of pain only served to heighten her pleasure, sending electric jolts straight to her core.

Henry could feel Ketaki's body trembling beneath him, could hear the desperate little mewls that spilled from her lips with each snap of his hips. She was close again - so close - and he redoubled his efforts to send her flying over the edge.

His free hand snaked around Ketaki's waist to find the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs. He rubbed firm circles over the sensitive nub, timing his strokes perfectly with each thrust of his cock.

Ketaki:

(whimpering) 

"Please...ah!... I'll do anything—just don't stop wrecking me..."

Ketaki's body seized up as Henry's fingers and cock worked in tandem to drive her to the brink of madness. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, tearing through every nerve ending with the force of a hurricane.

Henry held Ketaki's hair in a tight grip as he continued to fuck her from behind, his hips slamming against her ass with each powerful thrust. The gym ball creaked and groaned beneath them, rocking wildly as Henry took what was his.

Ketaki's body shuddered and quaked with each stroke of Henry's cock, her inner walls clenching around him like a velvet fist. She could feel another orgasm building deep within her core, a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment.

Henry's free hand slid down Ketaki's trembling stomach to find the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs. He rubbed firm circles over the sensitive nub, timing his strokes perfectly with each thrust of his cock.

Henry's hands gripped Ketaki's hips with a bruising force as he continued to pound into her from behind, the gym ball creaking and rocking beneath them with each powerful thrust. His cock plunged deep into her sopping wet channel, stretching and filling her completely.

Ketaki's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to spur Henry on to even greater heights of passion. He could feel her walls fluttering around his shaft, gripping him like a velvet vise as she neared another peak.

The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room as Henry drove into Ketaki again and again, his pelvis smacking against her ass with each stroke. The sound was obscene, primal - a testament to the raw animalistic lust that consumed them both.

Ketaki's breasts bounced wildly beneath her sports bra as Henry took her hard and fast from behind. The thin material chafed against her sensitive nipples, adding an extra layer of sensation that sent jolts of electricity straight to her core.

Henry's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Ketaki's hips as he pulled her back against him, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. He could feel her body tensing, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap.

 

With a final brutal slam of his hips, Henry sent Ketaki careening over the edge into another mind-blowing orgasm. Her walls clamped down around his cock like a vice as she screamed out her release, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

Henry's cock plunged deep into Ketaki's core, the thick head rubbing against her most sensitive spot with each powerful thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head as waves of pleasure crashed over her, threatening to drown her in a sea of ecstasy.

At the same time, Henry's hands slid beneath Ketaki's sports bra to cup the soft weight of her breasts. His fingers sank into the supple flesh, kneading and squeezing as he held her close from behind.

Ketaki arched into Henry's touch, pressing herself more firmly against his muscular chest. She could feel every inch of his body pressed against hers - his hips driving forward to meet each backward thrust, his thighs bracketing hers on either side.

The gym was deserted, the only sound the heavy breathing and ragged moans of Henry and Ketaki as they lost themselves in their primal passion. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

Henry's cock plunged deeper into Ketaki's core, his fingers squeezing her breasts to aching perfection. She moaned louder still, her body trembling beneath him like a leaf in an autumn gale.

ketaki

(gasped, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts.)

"Ah... ah... oh Gosh..."

Henry groaned in response, his hips bucking forward to meet each backward thrust. His hands tightened around Ketaki's breasts, holding them captive as he ravished her from behind.

Their cries echoed off the walls of the empty gym, muffled by the silence that surrounded them. But it didn't matter - there was no one there to hear them anyway. All that mattered was this moment - this raw, unbridled desire that consumed them both like a raging fire.

Henry's hips continued to piston in and out of Ketaki's core, his cock driving deep into her with each powerful thrust. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling on the gym ball beneath them as they lost themselves in their primal passion.

Twenty minutes passed, but Henry showed no signs of slowing down. He was a man possessed, driven by a hunger that could not be satiated. And Ketaki - oh God, poor Ketaki - she was his willing captive, her body stretched to its limits as he ravished her from behind.

Finally, with one final mighty thrust, Henry buried himself deep within Ketaki's core. His seed spilled forth like a river bursting its banks, filling her womb with warmth and life.

As he collapsed onto the gym ball beside her, exhausted but triumphant, Ketaki lay there on her stomach like a limp rag doll. Her breathing came in ragged gasps for air as she struggled to process what had just happened.

Henry wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled herself close against him. "You're mine now," he whispered into the sweat-drenched curve of her ear.

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FORBIDENN FITNESS SESSION OF CELEBRITY part 1

forbidden fitness session of celebrity part 1

The city’s skyline glittered against the dusk, a mosaic of lights welcoming Ketaki back to her haven after seven relentless weeks on set. At 164 cm, the actress carried an aura larger than life, her presence commanding attention even in the quiet of her residential high-rise. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, still slightly tousled from the flight, and her almond eyes, framed by exhaustion, sparkled with a restless need to reclaim herself. The grueling shoot—endless takes, blazing spotlights, and the weight of a thousand eyes—had left her drained, her body craving the rhythm of movement, the pulse of strength. Ketaki the star whose voice lit up airwaves and whose face adorned billboards, was home.

Her penthouse, with its sleek marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows, felt both familiar and foreign after so long away. She dropped her suitcase by the door, the faint scent of her floral perfume lingering as she paced, restless. The camera’s gaze was gone, but her body hummed with unspent energy. She needed release, a place to shed the actress and rediscover the woman. The gym called to her—a sanctuary of sweat and steel where she could sculpt her 164 cm frame back into its fierce, toned glory. Slipping into a fitted black blouse and high-waisted jeans that hugged her curves, she grabbed her gym bag, the promise of her red sports bra and sheer-paneled track pants tucked inside. With a determined breath, Ketaki stepped out, the city’s pulse syncing with her own as she headed to the gym, ready to reclaim her power in the stillness of its mirrored halls. 

Ketaki pushed open the gym’s glass doors, the faint hum of the air conditioning greeting her like a whisper. The space was an oasis of stillness, its usual clamor of weights and treadmills replaced by an eerie quiet that made her footsteps echo on the polished floors. Her gym bag swung lightly at her side, her black blouse and high-waisted jeans clinging to her 164 cm frame, hinting at the curves beneath. The mirrored walls reflected her silhouette, a lone figure in a sea of deserted machines, the fluorescent lights casting a soft glow over her smooth, sweat-dampened skin. She scanned the room, expecting the familiar bustle, but found only one figure—Henry Carvil, his muscular 182 cm frame moving with purpose as he wiped down a weight rack, his fair skin glistening faintly with perspiration.

Ketaki:

(voice soft, hesitant, growing bolder)

“Henry? Why are you here all alone? Where is everyone?”

Henry:

(enthusiastic, wiping his brow)

“Ah, Ketaki! Welcome back. You’ve been missed around here. The gym’s been a bit… quiet without you.”

Ketaki’s cheeks flushed, her fingers tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her celebrity poise mingling with a flicker of vulnerability.

Ketaki:

(voice warm, slightly shy)

“Thanks, Henry. It’s good to be back, even if it is just for a little while.”

Henry:

(nodding, expression turning serious)

“Well, I’m sure everyone will be thrilled to see you again soon enough. You know, the gym committee tried to reach out to you while you were away. They had planned this big picnic vacation day for all the members and staff as a way to unwind and bond outside of the usual routine.”

Ketaki:

 (eyes widening, surprised)

“Really? I had no idea! I was so focused on my shoot that I must have missed their message completely.”

Henry:

(chuckling warmly)

 “Don’t worry about it too much. They understood that you were busy with work. Just they were unlucky that the flaming singer cum actress wasn’t with them at the picnic.”

Ketaki bit her lip, a frown creasing her brow as she glanced around the empty gym, its stillness amplifying the electric undercurrent between them.

Ketaki:

(voice tinged with regret)

“I feel terrible for missing it. You know how much I value our little gym community here.”

Henry:

(voice teasing)

“So, besides catching up on lost time, what brings you to our humble abode today? Looking to make up for lost workouts?”

Ketaki:

(eyes sparkling with determination)

 “Absolutely! I may have been away, but my fitness goals certainly haven’t taken a vacation. I was wondering if it would be alright to use the facilities while you’re here? I promise not to get in your way.”

Henry:

(grinning widely, arms spreading in invitation)

“Are you kidding? This place is practically yours as much as it is mine. Feel free to use whatever machines or equipment you need. In fact, if you find yourself needing a spotter or some pointers, I’m more than happy to lend a hand.”

Henry:

(voice low, teasing)

“You planning to hit the treadmill in that getup? Those jeans look more red-carpet than gym-ready.”

Ketaki’s cheeks flushed, a soft pink warming her face as she caught his playful scrutiny. She shifted her gym bag, her lips curving into a defiant yet amused smile.

Ketaki:

(shaking her head, voice light with mock indignation)

“No way, Henry. I’m not that out of touch. I brought my gym clothes—proper gear, don’t worry.”

Henry’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling with appreciation as he crossed his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing subtly.

Henry:

(nodding, tone warm)

“Nice. Can’t wait to see you in action, then. This place could use some of your star power.”

Ketaki’s flush deepened at his words, but she met his gaze with a grateful smile, her confidence resurfacing.

Ketaki:

(voice soft, appreciative)

“Thank you, Henry. I really appreciate it.”

She paused, her eyes flickering toward the changing room, then back to him, a playful glint surfacing.

Ketaki:

(teasing, raising an eyebrow)

 “You’re not gonna stand there watching me change, are you? Or is that part of the ‘spotter’ service?”

Henry laughed, a rich, warm sound that filled the quiet gym, his hands raised in mock surrender.

Henry:

(grinning, voice playful)

“Tempting, but I’ll stick to cleaning weights for now. Go get changed, superstar. I’ll be here if you need me.”

Ketaki’s cheeks flushed at the offer, but she met his gaze with a grateful smile, the gym’s mirrored walls reflecting the unspoken tension simmering between them.

Ketaki:

(voice soft, appreciative)

“Thank you, Henry. I really appreciate it.”

Henry fell into step beside her, his presence both comforting and electric as she moved toward the changing room. The gym’s stillness pulsed with possibility, the air thick with the promise of her transformation and their shared connection.

Ketaki stepped into the gym’s changing room, her gym bag slung over her shoulder, ready to transform from her casual attire into her workout gear. Her sports outfit, meticulously chosen, was a striking ensemble that accentuated her slender, 164 cm frame—a perfect blend of functionality and allure, tailored to her graceful, toned physique.

The centerpiece was a vibrant red sports bra, form-fitting and crafted to highlight her lithe figure. The back featured a semi-transparent spider-net design in white, a delicate mesh that clung to her skin like a second layer, revealing the elegant curve of her spine and the subtle definition of her back muscles. As she moved, the sheer fabric caught the gym’s fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal glow that made her backbone appear almost luminescent, a tantalizing glimpse of her strength and femininity. The bra’s front hugged the gentle swell of her breasts, offering support while emphasizing their natural shape, the material stretching just enough to hint at the softness beneath.

Her matching red track pants were equally captivating, designed with sheer spider-net panels along the outer thighs and lower legs. These semi-transparent sections offered fleeting glimpses of her smooth, toned skin, the interplay of light and shadow accentuating the contours of her slender legs. The fabric was lightweight yet durable, moving with her body as she jogged or lifted weights, the sheer panels creating a provocative contrast between coverage and exposure. The pants sat low on her hips, leaving her midriff bare, showcasing her flat, sculpted abdomen and the delicate indentation of her navel—a detail that drew the eye with every flex of her core.

As Ketaki lifted low-weight dumbbells in front of the mirror, the outfit moved with her, the sheer designs shifting to reveal more of her skin with each motion. The spider-net patterns seemed to pulse with her energy, drawing Henry’s gaze to the graceful line of her spine and the taut muscles of her thighs. The ensemble was both athletic and seductive, a perfect reflection of Ketaki’s dual nature as a disciplined performer and a magnetic celebrity, her slender frame radiating confidence and allure in the quiet gym.

Henry's gaze drifted towards Ketaki as she stepped onto the treadmill, her movements fluid and effortless. His eyes lingered on the sports bra that hugged her curves, showcasing her toned physique to perfection.

As she began to jog in place, Henry's attention was drawn to the bare expanse of skin above her waistband. Her navel sparkled like a tiny gemstone, inviting his gaze to linger. The gentle rise and fall of her chest created a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to draw him in.

His eyes roamed over her abdomen, tracing the subtle contours of muscle and bone beneath the surface. He felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch those smooth planes of skin, as if he could absorb their warmth through sheer willpower alone.

The gym’s stillness was a canvas for Ketaki’s presence, her 164 cm frame commanding the space as she emerged from the changing room. Her red sports bra clung to her curves, its sheer spider-net back revealing the delicate curve of her spine, while her track pants, with matching semi-transparent panels, teased glimpses of her thighs and lower legs. The fluorescent lights bathed her in a soft glow, accentuating the toned lines of her body. She stepped onto the treadmill, her long, dark hair swaying with each stride, her bare abdomen and navel exposed, a canvas of smooth skin and subtle muscle. The rhythmic hum of the machine filled the air, but it was Henry’s gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.

From across the gym, Henry, his muscular 182 cm frame hunched over a weight rack as he polished it with a towel, watched her. His fair skin glistened faintly with sweat, his eyes roaming over her abdomen, tracing the contours of muscle and bone beneath her glistening skin. He felt an inexplicable urge to cross the room, to touch those smooth planes, as if he could absorb their warmth through sheer willpower. Ketaki sensed his stare, her reflection in the gym’s mirrors catching his intense focus. Her heart quickened, a nervous flutter stirring in her chest.

“He’s watching me,” she thought, her mind racing as she jogged. “Those eyes… it’s like he’s undressing me right here. I’m a star, I should be used to this, but—God, it’s different with him.” Her cheeks flushed, a mix of nerves and something warmer, something dangerous. “Focus, Ketaki. Just run. Don’t let him see you falter.”

She glanced at the mirror again, catching Henry’s reflection as he paused his cleaning, his gaze unwavering. The distance between them felt both vast and intimate, the mirrors amplifying their connection.

Ketaki: (voice soft, slightly breathless, masking nerves) “You’re awfully quiet back there, Henry. Not slacking on your cleaning, are you?”

Her tone was playful, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease as she met his gaze in the mirror. Henry straightened, a slow grin spreading across his face, his white skin contrasting with the heat in his expression.

Henry: (voice low, teasing) “Just making sure everything’s spotless, superstar. Gotta keep the place perfect for you.”

His words carried a double edge, his eyes lingering on her exposed midriff, the sheer fabric of her pants glinting as her legs moved. Ketaki’s breath hitched, her nerves tingling under his scrutiny.

Ketaki: (forcing a laugh, voice shaky) “Well, keep up, then. I’m not here to distract you.”

She quickened her pace on the treadmill, her movements deliberate, trying to shake off the heat of his gaze. But her mind whispered, “He’s still looking. And I… I don’t hate it.” The gym’s silence pulsed with their unspoken tension, the mirrors reflecting every glance, every flicker of desire, as Henry resumed his cleaning, his eyes never straying far from her. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Henry's gaze remained fixed on Ketaki's reflection. He felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch those smooth planes of skin, as if he could absorb their warmth through sheer willpower alone. Henry wishing chance to get close to her.

Ketaki stood before the gym’s mirrored wall, her 164 cm frame a vision of lithe elegance, moving with the precision of a dancer. Her red sports bra, adorned with sheer spider-net designs, hugged her curves, the semi-transparent fabric revealing the delicate arc of her spine as her toned back muscles flexed with each lift of the low-weight dumbbells. Her long, dark hair swayed, catching the fluorescent light like a silken curtain, accentuating her graceful form. Her top sport bra cut to her half so her her abdomen and and back line clearly visible. She lifelong low weight Dumble in front of mirror. Her track pants, with matching sheer panels, hinted at the smooth skin of her thighs and lower legs, a tantalizing tease that drew the eye. She felt Henry’s gaze, his 182 cm muscular frame looming nearby, his fair skin flushed as he watched the hypnotic interplay of light and shadow across her exposed back.

Ketaki:

(pausing mid-lift, lips curving into a playful smirk)

 “Hey, what are you staring at here?”

Her voice cut through the gym’s stillness, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she caught Henry’s reflection in the mirror, his gaze fixed on the sheer fabric tracing her backbone.

Henry:

(cheeks flushing, rubbing the back of his neck)

 “Oh, uh, nothing, just… checking your form. You know, making sure you’re lifting right.”

His muscular frame tensed, the heat in his face betraying his attempt at nonchalance, his eyes betraying a flicker of desire as they met hers in the mirror.

Ketaki:

(raising an eyebrow, tone teasing)

“My form, huh? Nice try, Henry.”

She tilted her head, letting her hair fall provocatively over one shoulder, her smile daring him to admit the truth. The air crackled with their unspoken chemistry.

Henry:

(grinning sheepishly, voice low with boldness)

“Can’t help it. You make those weights look good.”

His eyes crinkled, unapologetic now, as he leaned slightly closer, the gym’s silence amplifying the weight of his words.

Ketaki:

 (laughing softly, rolling her eyes playfully)

 “Smooth talker.”

She resumed her lifts, her movements deliberate, each flex of her muscles a quiet assertion of power. Henry’s lingering gaze warmed her skin, but she reveled in it, her body’s allure commanding the empty gym. The mirrors reflected their dance of glances, the stillness pulsing with a tension that promised more.

The gym’s mirrored walls reflected the soft glow of fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal sheen over Ketaki’s 164 cm frame as she lay on her back atop the gym ball. Her red sports bra, with its sheer spider-net design, clung to her curves, revealing the delicate arc of her spine, while her track pants, with matching semi-transparent panels, hinted at the smooth skin of her thighs and lower legs. Her legs bent at a 90-degree angle, her abdomen tightening into a sculpted plane of muscle with each reverse hip raise, her movements fluid like ripples on a summer lake. Henry, his 182 cm muscular frame looming nearby, watched from the sidelines, his fair skin glistening faintly as he paused his cleaning duties, captivated by her form.

Suddenly, a sharp cry tore from Ketaki’s lips as a cramp seized her leg mid-lift, her body convulsing, the gym ball wobbling precariously beneath her. Her fingers dug into the mat, her face contorted in pain.

Henry was at her side in an instant, kneeling beside her, his strong hands grasping her thighs to steady the ball. The heat of her skin radiated through the sheer fabric, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Henry:

 (voice low, soothing)

“Easy there. I’ve got you.”

Ketaki’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her nails scraping the mat as she fought the pain gripping her calf. Henry’s fingers slid to her calves, kneading the taut muscle with firm, gentle pressure, coaxing the knot to loosen.

Ketaki:

(voice breathy, laced with relief)

“I’m alright now. You can let go.”

Her words trembled, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, a flicker of vulnerability mingling with something warmer. But Henry’s hands lingered, sliding back to her thighs, his fingers brushing the semi-transparent spider-net design, tracing patterns that felt like whispers of silk against her skin.

Henry:

(voice husky, a growl of restrained desire)

“My hands are like stuck in the spider-net on your track pants. Can’t seem to let go.”

Ketaki’s breath hitched, her body tensing as his fingers dug deeper into her lap area, the pressure igniting a fire in her core. She glanced at the mirror, catching his intense gaze, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden thrill.

Ketaki:

(voice shaky, attempting firmness)

“Henry, I said I’m fine. You don’t need to—”

Her protest faltered as Henry’s grip tightened, his fingers exploring the sheer fabric with bold intent, as if ensnaring her in an invisible web. The gym’s stillness amplified the tension, the air humming with their unspoken desires, her vulnerability forging a dangerous bond between them. The air between them crackled with tension as Henry continued his sensual assault. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, allowing them both to revel in the exquisite torture of his touch.

The gym’s mirrored walls reflected the charged silence, amplifying the heat radiating from Ketaki’s 164 cm frame as she lay on the gym ball, her red sports bra and sheer spider-net track pants clinging to her curves. Her legs, bent at a 90-degree angle, trembled from the cramp that had just subsided, but Henry’s hands, now gripping her thighs with fervent intensity, sent her heart racing. His 182 cm muscular frame loomed over her, his fair skin flushed with a primal hunger that made her realize she’d underestimated his desire. The gym ball wobbled beneath her, trapping her in a vulnerable arc.

Henry’s second hand slid to her other thigh, his fingers sinking into the semi-transparent spider-net fabric, pinning her against the unyielding surface. She was caught, her body arched in a position that left her exposed, her breath shallow with fear and a forbidden thrill.

Henry:

(voice a low growl, hot breath fanning her ear)

“Look at me. My second hand’s also stuck in the other side’s spider-net.”

Ketaki’s mind spun, her body spread-eagle on the gym ball, her legs held by Henry’s powerful grip. The mirrors reflected her arched form, her abdomen taut, the sheer fabric revealing glimpses of skin that fueled his intent. She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling, but his strength was immovable, one hand on her thighs, the other circling her chest, crushing her against him.

Ketaki

: (voice quivering, desperate)

“Henry, stop—this is too much—”

Her protest was weak, swallowed by the gym’s stillness, as his fingers dug deeper, the pressure igniting a conflicting fire within her. The mirrors bore witness to her trapped state, her exhilaration battling her fear as Henry’s dominance overwhelmed her resistance, the gym ball creaking under their tension.

The gym ball creaked beneath them as Henry loomed over Ketaki like a predator ready to pounce. It was clear that he had no intention of letting his prey escape now that he had finally caught it.

As Henry pinned Ketaki to the gym ball with his body, his hands began to roam across her curves like a sculptor molding clay. One hand slid up from her lap area to cup the swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her sports bra.

The gym's empty mirrors reflected their entangled forms as Ketaki's breath came in panicked gasps, her manicured nails digging into the rubbery surface of the gym ball. The scent of her floral perfume mixed with the musk of sweat as Henry's calloused hands slid beneath her waistband.

Ketaki: 

(voice trembling)

"H-Henry, stop—the paparazzi could—"

Her protest died in her throat as he yanked her track pants down to her knees, the fabric snapping against her thighs. Cool air hit her exposed skin just before his palm smacked her ass, the sharp sound echoing off the weight racks.

Henry: 

(growling against her ear)

"No cameras here, princess. Just you, me..."His fingers hooked into her lace panties, tearing them aside with a sickening rip."...and how bad you want this."

*She arched as his thick finger plunged inside without warning, her sweat-slicked back pressing against his chest. The gym's AC hummed louder as her thighs quivered—whether

The sheer material offered little resistance to Henry's probing fingers as they traced the contours of Ketaki's mound. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the telltale sign of arousal that sent a jolt of lust straight to his groin.

At the same time, Henry's other hand continued its sensual assault on Ketaki's lower half. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of her thighs, kneading and caressing every inch until they found their way to her buttocks.

Ketaki let out a strangled moan as Henry's hand gripped her ass with possessive force. The sheer spider-net design of her trackpants did little to conceal the firm globes from his touch, and he reveled in the way they yielded beneath his fingers.

As Henry pinned Ketaki to the gym ball with his body, his hands began to roam across her curves like a sculptor molding clay. One hand slid up from her lap area to reach for the tantalizing prize hidden beneath her sports bra.

Ketaki:

(voice trembling, a mix of fear and thrill)

 “Henry, this—you can’t just—”

The sheer material offered little resistance to Henry's probing fingers as they cupped Ketaki's breast from beneath. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the telltale sign of arousal that sent a jolt of lust straight to his groin.

Henry:

(voice low, a husky growl against her ear)

“Can’t stop now, Ketaki. You feel this too, don’t you?”

Meanwhile, Henry's other hand continued its relentless assault on Ketaki's lower half. His fingers danced across the fabric covering her vagina, tracing intricate patterns that left no doubt about their ultimate destination.

Ketaki:

(gasping, voice breaking)

“This is too much—Henry, please—”

The sensation was a dizzying blend of terror and exhilaration, her body arching instinctively despite her racing mind. The gym ball groaned under their weight, trapping her like a butterfly pinned to a collector’s board, Henry’s body pressing down with unyielding dominance

Henry:

(grinning, voice thick with triumph)

“You’re mine, princess. Every inch of you’s begging for this.”

Ketaki let out a strangled moan as Henry's fingers slipped beneath the fabric to claim her as his own. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, a rollercoaster ride of emotions that left her breathless and wanting more. The gym ball creaked beneath them as Henry's body pressed down on Ketaki's, trapping her in place like a butterfly pinned to a collector's board. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, claiming every inch of her body with an unyielding possessiveness that left no doubt about his intentions.

Ketaki's heart raced as Henry's muscular body enveloped her from behind, pinning her against the unyielding surface of the gym ball. She tried to resist, to push back against his iron grip with all her might, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

Ketaki:

(voice quivering, a mix of fear and defiance)

“Henry, stop—this isn’t right—”

Henry's hands roamed across Ketaki's curves with a possessive hunger that sent shivers down her spine. One large hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her sports bra, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as if he owned it outright.

Henry:

(growling low, breath hot against her ear)

“You can’t resist me, Ketaki. I’m going to take you right here on this gym ball until you scream my name.”

Ketaki:

(voice breaking, pleading yet wavering)

“Please, Henry—we can’t—someone might see—”

The sheer material offered little resistance to Henry's probing touch, and Ketaki gasped as she felt his thumb brush across her hardened nipple. Electricity seemed to arc through every nerve ending in response, leaving her breathless and aching for more.

Henry:

(voice thick with triumph, lips brushing her ear)

“No one’s here, princess. Just you, me, and how bad you want this.”

At the same time, Henry's other hand slid down Ketaki's taut abdomen to cup the heat between her thighs. The spider-net design of her trackpants did little to conceal the dampness that had already begun to gather there, and Henry's fingers rubbed against her most sensitive area with a teasing pressure that made her squirm.

Ketaki's mind reeled as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body. The rough texture of the gym ball beneath her, the unyielding hardness of Henry's chest pressed against her back, the relentless stroking of his fingers against her most intimate places - it was all too much, and yet not enough at the same time.

 

As if sensing Ketaki's inner turmoil, Henry leaned down to murmur in her ear. "You can't resist me," he growled, his hot breath fanning across her skin like a brand. "I'm going to take you right here on this gym ball until you scream my name."

 

To emphasize his point, Henry ground his hips forward, pressing the thick ridge of his erection against Ketaki's ass through their clothing. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pure lust straight to her core.

 

Ketaki's body betrayed her, arching back against Henry's hardness as if seeking more of that delicious friction. Her nipples strained against the confines of her sports bra, aching for his touch, and she could feel a fresh gush of arousal dampening her panties.

Ketaki:

(gasping, voice raw with surrender)

“Henry… oh Gosh, I can’t—”

Henry:

(voice thick with triumph, lips grazing her ear)

“That’s it, Ketaki. Let go for me—scream my name.”

Henry seemed to sense Ketaki's surrender, and he redoubled his efforts to claim every inch of her body as his own. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipple through the thin fabric until it was a hard little peak, while his other hand rubbed firm circles over the swollen bud hidden beneath her trackpants.

ketaki:

(voice a breathless moan, resistance fading)

“Henry, I—I can’t hold on anymore…” 

The dual assault on Ketaki's senses was almost too much to bear. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, ready to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. And yet still Henry pressed on, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her quivering form.

Ketaki :

(her fingers dig deep in gym ball, through teeth)

"Your hands………they know me better than I know myself..."

With a final twist of his fingers and a sharp thrust of his hips, Henry sent Ketaki careening over the precipice into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body convulsed against his, waves of ecstasy crashing over her in an endless tide as she screamed out her release.

Ketaki:

(gasping, voice raw with surrender)

“Oh Gosh, Henry..You bastard... knew exactly how to break me..."

And through it all, Henry held her close, his muscular arms wrapped around her like a vice as he revelled in the fruits of his labour. He had conquered Ketaki completely, body and soul - and he knew that this was only the beginning of their erotic journey together.

 

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