Friends Reacquainted

Angela White and Ryan Driller sweat it out on opposite ends of the gym, pumping iron like pros. She catches his eye—bam, another glance. He's checking her out too, smirking across the weights. Suddenly, her face cracks into this big, naughty grin. She saunters over, all curves and confidence. Turns out, they're old pals who lost touch. Quick hug, numbers swapped, and he's off—promising to link up soon. Damn, that spark's still there. Angela wraps her workout and struts into the massage parlor where she slings her magic hands for a living. She's itching to text Ryan, but nah, play it cool—don't look thirsty. Lucky for her, he walks in as her next lucky bastard. Swears he had no clue she worked there. 'Fate, baby,' he grins, eyes twinkling. Her heart does a flip, breath catching. 'Hell yeah,' she whispers, already heating up. She kicks off the NURU massage, slick gel sliding everywhere, bodies gleaming. At first, they're both a little shy—fingers brushing tentative, like testing hot coals. But that old fire? It roars back fast. Hands roam bolder, breaths hitch. The rub turns filthy, grinding toward that sweet happy ending—for both of them, no holding back. Angela zeros in on his cock, lavishing it with her expert mouth and slick strokes, teasing till he's rock-hard and groaning. Then she climbs on top, positioning that wet pussy right over him. She sinks down slow, welcoming every thick inch inside her. They fuck like they've been starving for years, pounding out all that pent-up lust and what-ifs. Is this the steamy reunion they've both been craving deep down? You bet your ass it is.