Koshimizu Toru x Nijisanji 67P (Patreon)

Koshimizu Toru stood in the quiet corner of the gym, the faint hum of distant machines filling the air. Her black sports bra hugged her toned frame, the fabric clinging to her chest as beads of sweat glistened on her exposed skin. Her black yoga pants sculpted her athletic legs, the snug material leaving little to the imagination. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands framing her flushed face as she stretched, catching his gaze from across the room.

“You’ve been watching me,” she said, her voice teasing but firm as she straightened, her amber eyes locking onto his.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, stepping closer, his eyes lingering on the way her body moved.

Toru smirked, grabbing a towel to dab the sweat from her neck. “You’re distracting me. If you’re going to stick around, make yourself useful,” she said, tossing the towel aside and crossing her arms under her chest.

He didn’t hesitate, his hands finding her waist as he stepped closer, the tension between them snapping like a taut string. Toru gasped softly, her breath hitching as his lips brushed her neck, his fingers tracing the line of her sports bra. “You’re bolder than I expected,” she murmured, her voice trembling as she leaned into his touch.

Her back hit the padded bench, his hands sliding up her toned stomach, lifting the edge of her sports bra. Toru let out a soft moan as his lips trailed down her neck, her body arching instinctively. “Ahh… you’re not playing fair,” she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders.

When he removed the restrictive fabric, her composure faltered completely, her amber eyes hazy as he kissed her deeply. His hands gripped her hips, sliding down the snug fabric of her yoga pants, leaving her bare beneath him.

Toru’s moans filled the gym as he entered her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “Nghhh… deeper,” she whimpered, her ponytail swaying with every movement. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, her voice breaking into soft cries as she clung to him.

“I… I’m close—ahhh!” she gasped, her body trembling as her climax overtook her, her nails raking down his back. He groaned deeply, gripping her firmly as he followed, their bodies trembling together as the heat finally peaked.

As they lay tangled on the padded bench, her golden hair messy and her chest heaving, Toru smirked up at him, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Guess you weren’t such a distraction after all,” she teased, her voice soft but breathless.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I could say the same for you.”

“Next time,” Toru said with a sly grin, sitting up and grabbing her towel, “you’d better keep up.”