The woman, her chest heaving, stared at the increasingly prominent bulge in Sunday's pants as he offered a gentle rub to her sore muscles. She gasped softly, her fingers digging into his forearms. Their eyes met, a charge passing between them. As tension mounted, she caught a whiff of his musky scent, triggering a deep yearning within her. Sunday's fingers dug deeper into her taut muscles, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. They stood frozen for a moment before Sunday leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering a promise to make her feel even better. With a last lingering touch, he stepped away.
