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Now she’s pissed. Her ass ballooned overnight, cheeks fatter, heavier, jiggling wildly on the treadmill like they’ve got a mind of their own. Every step makes them clap, ripple, bounce so hard the whole machine shakes.

You watch from the doorway, still rock-hard, balls aching from the leftover dose. Just seeing her ass work like that—sweat-glistened, massive, clapping with every stride—feels like you’ve been pounding her for hours again, buried to the hilt, her walls milking you dry.

No touch. Your dick jerks once—hot, pressurized jets blast into your shorts, soaking through in heavy spurts while your hips buck uselessly. Cum puddles at your feet.

She glances back over her shoulder, smirking through the anger.