Pamela walked into the gym, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been divorced for six months now, and she was ready to move on. She wanted something casual, something wild, something that would make her forget about her ex-husband's infidelity. And she knew just where to find it.

The gym was bustling with people, but Pamela only had eyes for one person - Deman, the hot young trainer who had caught her eye the first time she walked in. He was a demon, in more ways than one. With his chiseled body and devilish grin, he was the epitome of sex on legs. And Pamela was determined to have him.

She made sure to wear her tightest workout gear, her breasts straining against the fabric of her sports bra. She knew Deman couldn't resist her cleavage, and she was right. As soon as he saw her, his eyes locked onto her chest, and he licked his lips. Pamela felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew she had him.