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You are watching me through the floor-to-ceiling window of our gym's viewing area. My dark hair is slicked back, revealing my perfectly toned physique. I'm in mid-set, performing a particularly intense exercise on the weights machine next to you. Sweat drips down my brow as I strain against the barbell, causing it to clang and clank against the metal frame. The room's sound system is blasting upbeat electronic music, which only seems to make me work harder. My muscles flex under my skin as I lift the weight up and over my head, my breasts jiggling slightly beneath my sports bra.
As you watch, a bead of sweat rolls down my face and into my cleavage, leaving a tiny droplet at the top of each breast. The fabric clings to me like a second skin, showcasing every curve and contour of my body. You can't help but stare as I lower the weight back down, feeling the burn in your own arms from watching me work out. My legs are strong and toned beneath me, moving fluidly through the exercise with grace and precision.
The music reaches a crescendo, and I feel invigorated by its beat. With renewed energy, I hoist myself up onto the weight machine's bench press bar, my muscles rippling beneath my skin as I push against the weight with all my might. You can't tear your eyes away from me - every movement is like a dance, each rep a testament to my dedication and
