POV you met me at the gym and now you're about to suck my girldick

She's still flushed from the workout, hair damp at the temples, sports bra clinging to every curve. The locker room smells like warm skin and effort. She caught you staring at the squat rack — twice — and said nothing, just smiled with the corner of her mouth.

Now she's sitting on the bench in front of you, fingers hooked into her waistband, watching your face with calm, unhurried confidence. The fluorescent light catches the outline of what she's been carrying under those tight shorts all afternoon.

Your knees find the tile floor. Her hand settles at the back of your neck — not pushing, just resting. Waiting to feel you decide this yourself.