The moan slipped free as her thighs quivered in the stretch, and in that suspended moment Bella let her fingers trail along the seam of her sheer leggings until the fabric caught on a jagged edge of the mat. With a soft, deliberate tug she felt the material give, a sudden rip tearing open right over her plump mound. The cool gym air rushed against her exposed skin, her fat, dark-brown Pinay pussy now fully on display through the ragged hole, puffy lips glistening with fresh cream that immediately began to drip and smear across the vinyl seat of the leg press. She kept her expression blank, feigning ignorance as she straightened, the torn leggings riding higher so every movement made her swollen cunt lips part and wink at the circle of men.

Sweat-slick and aching, she moved into the next set, dropping into deep squats that spread her thick thighs wide. The wet folds of her pussy dragged across the padded equipment with each rep, leaving shiny streaks of her arousal on the black vinyl while her heavy breasts bounced and her nipples scraped the inside of the bra. Phones rose openly now, screens capturing the way her cream-slicked slit stretched and glistened under the lights, the dark inner pink of her hole flexing as she lowered and rose. Several of the men pressed closer, one rubbing the thick outline of his cock through his shorts in slow, hungry strokes while another pulled his shaft free entirely, the head already slick as he aimed it at the curve of her ass. Bella kept her AirPods in, head nodding faintly to a beat that didn’t exist, pretending not to see the warm ropes of cum that suddenly spattered across her lower back and the torn edge of her leggings while she rested between sets, the sticky heat sliding down the cleft of her ass and mixing with her own dripping juices.

She held the forward fold again, ass high, the ripped fabric framing her creaming pussy like an offering, and felt another hot splash land across her bare lips—this one deliberate, the man’s low groan barely muffled as his cock pulsed and painted her swollen folds white. The thick scent of semen rose around her, mixing with sweat and the musky tang of her own excitement, yet she stayed perfectly still, thighs trembling, breath steady, letting every drop soak in while the cameras kept clicking and the men’s low murmurs grew bolder. Her secret hunger bloomed hotter with each unnoticed (yet fully known) touch, her cunt clenching visibly around nothing as fresh cream welled up and trickled down her inner thighs, the torn leggings now a useless frame for the show she was giving them all.

Bella's thighs quivered harder as she eased out of the stretch, her pussy visibly throbbing through the sheer leggings, slick folds pressing against the fabric with each shallow breath. Spotting the leg abduction machine nearby—an apparatus designed for wide, deliberate spreads—she moved toward it with deliberate intent, the broad-shouldered men trailing close behind. She adjusted the settings for maximum resistance, planting her thick thighs against the pads and initiating the motion, forcing her legs apart in slow, controlled arcs that stretched her plump hips wide. The machine's spread exposed her fully, the ultra-sheer material riding up to frame her bare, glistening cunt lips as they parted with every outward push, wetness trailing down to dampen the seat beneath her. Her heavy breasts heaved against the bra, nipples straining visibly as the risk heightened her arousal, a soft whimper escaping while she glanced around, confirming the gym floor held only these eager men now circling tighter.

With a sultry glance and a whispered invitation in broken English—"Come closer, boys... touch me"—she reached up and tugged the workout bra down, freeing her big tits to spill out, dark nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. Their hands wasted no time, rough palms groping her exposed flesh, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples while others slid between her spread thighs to rub directly over her swollen pussy through the fabric. Bella moaned louder, spreading her legs even wider on the machine before drawing them closed again in teasing pulses, her brown fat cunt lips clenching visibly as fresh arousal dripped free. She leaned forward, pulling the nearest guy's cock from his shorts—thick, veined, and already leaking—and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking greedily while gesturing for the others to follow suit. They obliged, cocks springing out one by one, hands stroking furiously as they aimed at her face and tits, hot ropes of cum soon splattering across her cheeks, lips, and heavy breasts in thick, messy bursts that she lapped at eagerly.

"Take pictures," she gasped between sucks, her voice thick with need as another cock pressed insistently against her spread-open pussy, the fat head nudging her slick entrance without fully breaching, shooting its load in pulsing jets that coated her inner folds. "Send them to my husband... show him how his wife looks right now." The men grunted in response, phones flashing as they captured her with legs splayed wide, cum dripping from her chin onto her tits, her cunt glistening and twitching with each partial thrust and another load painting her swollen lips. She alternated between deep-throating one shaft and spreading herself again on the machine, thighs quaking from the dual sensation of their groping hands and the building climax, her sweet exterior fully shattered into raw, cock-hungry abandon as more cum marked her skin and threatened to push inside her hungry hole.

Bella's Midnight Unleashing