Hawk-9

For years, walking into the gym had been the same for Danica. Stretch Endure the guys' stares Lunge Notice them following you Wait for the smith machine to open up Let some dude tell you your form looks good while he takes the last 45 off the rack for himself Today would be different. Danica walked over to the pulley to seemingly do her usual tricep pull downs, but before she started, she leaned down to lift her filled-to-the-brim cup, sloshing blue liquid glowing in the dimly lit basement of the gym. Several men hovered nearby, stealing glances while they rested between sets. Glances of Danica’s rock hard ass as the black fabric of her leggings strrrretched across her flexing glutes. Thin, but rock hard, Danica always struggled to put on size. Each muscle that lined her 4”10’ frame with definition twitched from the slightest exertion, stretching her pale skin. She stood straight, a cup of mysterious fluid in hand, screwing the top off her drink, and with a delectable lick