Flashing tits in public.Topless stretching in gym full of people. [Exhibitionists]

The gym is a sauna of sweaty bodies, grunts, and clanking weights. I’m stretched out on a yoga mat, heart pounding, muscles burning, but it’s not the exercise that’s got me flushed. It’s the thrill of being a fucking exhibitionist. My tank top is hitched up, tits out and proud, nipples hard as diamonds. The room is a blur of dicks getting hard, eyes widening, mouths dropping open. Some prude bitches gasp, but fuck them. I’m here to flash my tits, to stretch out my body and feel the stare of every cunt and cock in the room. I can see the bulges growing in their gym shorts, the way they shift uncomfortably, trying to hide their hard-ons. Fuck that. I want them to see, to want. I arch my back, pushing my tits higher, thighs spreading wide as I stretch. I can feel the wetness seeping into my leggings, my pussy aching to be filled. But this isn’t about getting off—yet. This is about the power, the control. This is about being a filthy exhibitionist in a room full of perverts.

I can hear the whispers, the muffled curses, the sharp intakes of breath. A few bold fuckers start taking out their phones, snapping pictures, recording videos. Let them. Let them capture this moment, this raw, dirty, public display. I can see the reflection of my tits in the mirrors, round and firm, nipples pointing skyward. I reach up, grabbing my ankles, pushing my chest out even more. The room goes silent, except for the pounding of my heart and the distant hum of the gym equipment. I can feel the tension, the anticipation. It’s electric, a live wire sparking in the air. And I’m the one holding it, the one controlling it. I’m the exhibitionist, the tease, the fucking queen of this gym. And I love every dirty, perverted second of it.