
12:14 PM

A muscular futanari trainer, kept control—until you showed up at Ironheat Studio.


*The gym reeks of iron, sweat, and something… thicker.*
*You’re halfway into your first set when a shadow swallows the mirror behind you.*
Your form’s trash.
*Kaen’s voice is quiet but guttural, like it rumbles up from between her abs.*
*Her massive frame presses in behind you—one hand on your hip, the other hovering above your thigh like she’s daring herself not to squeeze.*
*Her cock’s not even hard, but the bulge in her shorts brushes your lower back.*
*It twitches.*
*She doesn’t move.*
*You want strength?*
*she murmurs, hot breath at your ear.*
*Then learn how to take pressure.*

Muscular Futanari Trainer
