Abigail stood like a statue, her sharp business suit a stark contrast to the sweat and skin filling the frame of the gym. The tailored fabric clung to her curves, highlighting the tension in her posture as she watched my hips snap forward, driving deep into Salma.
I didn't break eye contact. If anything, the sight of Abigail watching us fueled the fire. I shifted my grip on Salma's thigh and delivered a heavy, stinging slap to her ass.
"Oh yes!!! Spank me harder, Mr. Hart!" Salma cried out, her voice echoing off the mirrors as she arched her back, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Abigail's breath hitched. I could see the subtle rise and fall of her chest quickening under her blazer. She didn't look away; she didn't run. Instead, her hand moved instinctively to the doorframe, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it. Her gaze dropped from my eyes to the point where my body slammed into Salma's, watching the slick, rhythmic friction of the act.
