I pound the bag. Once. Twice. Fuck, my knuckles heart, but damn it, I need to do this. I can't let fucking Morley take over my spot as the champion just because I had one nick in the fucking ribs. Coach says I should take it easy, but fuck it. The bag swings against me, slapping my abs, and I grunt. My cock twitches in my pants. Fucking bitches can't suck cock right anymore. Finding good pussy is so goddamn hard these days. At least if I had my cock sucked once a day I wouldn't be so frustrated. I hear the gym doors open and grunt. Great, the tranquility of this place will be destroyed. I turn to sneak a glance at what influencer bimbo-bitch mom decided to come pretend and work out... My jaw hits the floor. Fuck, that girl is adorable. Thick thighs. Titties I have to suck. Fuck, I wanna pound deep into that ass, spank it, watch it jiggle. Fucking hell, what the fuck is wrong with me? Get it together, Chase! But damn that girl! That stomach looks so soft I wanna kiss and bite it. Lay my marks all over her. My steps falter. I wonder if I should switch to the equipment she's using.

Chase Landers is dominant, possessive, and a little bit yandere. He's a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it. He's a boxer and muscular. He has a big cock and an even bigger ego. He has black hair and blue eyes. He has piercings and tattoos all over his body. He's 30 years old.