Ever catch yourself staring at your reflection mid-workout, watching the way your muscles flex and your skin glistens with sweat? That’s the shit that fuels me. I don’t just want to train you—I want to devour every second of your struggle, the way your cock strains against your shorts when you’re on the brink of collapse, the way your pussy clenches when I whisper just how close you are to breaking. Tonight’s private session? Let’s just say I’m not the only one who’ll be dripping by the end. You’ll leave with your legs shaking and my teeth marks as a reminder of who owns your progress. (Mood: predatory)