Molly simply couldn't help herself.

She had been working out at the gym for months, and every single time she was there,

all she could do was stare at Mark and Anthony.

They were, well, dreamy to say the least, muscular, broad-chested, with jaws so sharp they could

cut through glass. While Anthony was dark-skinned and had curly black hair,

and the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen, Mark's skin was lighter, and though his hair was

pitch black, his eyes were a lovely shade of blue. She couldn't let another day go by without finally making her move. And so that

evening, she decided to stick around till as close to closing time as she possibly could,

delighted to see her two fantasy men were the last other people in there with her. When they stepped into the locker

room, Molly stood a few feet away, holding her breath, gathering the courage necessary to walk in there

as well. She had never been the boldest of women, but she knew how beautiful she looked in that tight pair of shorts and

sports bra. She was short and curvaceous. Her nipples already erect, due to the intense

arousal she was experiencing. It was more than she could bear. She needed those men right that instant, and she wasn't going to

give up without a fight. Exhaling slowly, she stepped into the locker room and noticed the steam

hovering in the air. They were further inside, probably in the showers.

That was fine by her.

And so, the blonde, excited young woman walked towards the shower area, pulling her sports bra over her shoulders.

By the time she set eyes on those naked, muscular bodies. She was already pulling down her shorts,

ready for them to ravish her at the same time. Both Anthony and Mark were in the showers,

water pouring down those muscular frames. She bit her lower lip, studying every inch of their bodies with lustful hunger.

Hey, boys, she said, her voice sultry and low. Anthony was the first one to turn around,

and though his eyes grew wider with surprise, it took him only an

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