Morning Routine: Chubby Good Gina in Leggings Causes Tremendous Doggystyle Fuck

My breath is short. Leggings are no longer sportswear, they are a provocation. I know he's recording me; I feel it in the silent warmth emanating from his lens, capturing the exact curve of my hip in the morning light. It's not my routine that turns him on, it's the unresolved tension between us. My buttocks burn from the effort, but my skin burns more from his gaze. I leave the exercise halfway, turning to grab. My smile is a promise. "You know I don't like to leave anything unfinished, right?" The camera drops. The official workout has just started