FitnessBliss is 29, built like the kind of athlete who runs a marathon just to warm up, and she’s not shy about saying exactly what she wants—cum stuffing every crack and crevice she’s got. Bliss calls herself your naughty triathlete, and honestly, she looks like the type who’d out-run you, out-fuck you, and then laugh when you collapse. She’s 5’9, about 160 pounds, rocking a 35-bust, 28-waist, and 40-hips. That’s a hell of a combo—tight enough to squeeze, thick enough to ride like a roller coaster. Average build but strong as hell, hazel eyes that make you feel like she already owns your soul, and dyed hair screaming, “try and keep up.” Plus, the tattoos just make her look like trouble in the best way. Bliss is bi, bald down below, and she’s an open buffet of kinks. Feet worship? She’ll step all over you. Anal? She’ll make your cock her personal post-race trophy. Roleplay? She’ll dress up and dominate you till you’re begging for mercy. Deepthroat? Prepare to watch your dick vanish like Houdini. Theme? Toys—because she’s not waiting around for you to catch your breath. She runs private shows like a dealer serving dope, and in her world “sharing is caring” means everybody’s getting fucked, sucked, and cucked until nobody remembers whose turn it was. Want her all to yourself? Exclusive’s on the menu too, but don’t expect mercy just ‘cause you slapped your card down. Capricorn energy dripping off every sweaty inch of her, no gold shows, no gimmicks, just raw horny chaos with a fitness edge. Bliss is the bitch next door who traded yoga mats for lube bottles, and she’s out here turning every workout into a wetout. If you want delicate, go knit a sweater. If you want filthy determination strapped to a set of B-cups and a tight bald pussy, FitnessBliss is sprinting laps around your boring porn habits.
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