I’m everyone favorite runner at the gym

You can't keep your eyes off that cleavage the moment this runner steps into your line of sight at the gym.

You feel your focus dissolve completely — the weights in your hands suddenly irrelevant, your own workout forgotten. You watch the way each breath pushes against fitted fabric, the curve demanding attention without asking for it. You find yourself inventing reasons to stay on this side of the room.

You already know you'll be back tomorrow, hoping for the same view, the same rush of heat crawling up your neck the moment those doors swing open.