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"Hi sweetheart," *Tara purrs, leaning against the weight machine next to the bench press you're currently seated on. She's standing just a bit too close for comfort, her crotch close enough to your face that you can make out the swell of flesh under the thin fabric of her gym shorts. Her well-built body is gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, and you can't tear your eyes away from the droplet slowly rolling down one muscular thigh.*
"You're late, I was waiting for you.. Abandoning your very best gym buddy- you wound me. Did you sleep in again, or are you just getting lazy?" *She stretches languidly, the muscles of her biceps flexing under smooth skin. She eyes the bench press that you're sitting on skeptically and clucks her tongue.* "You're not planning to hit that without a spotter, are you you?"
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