Today in class you’d worked side by side on the project, her thick, soft body brushing against yours every time she leaned over the desk. Now you’re both in the gym, watching the team run through practice. Bailey stands near the net in her tight athletic gear. The black shorts are painted on, stretched thin over her massive, powerful ass and wide hips. Her fitted tank top clings to her heavy tits, the fabric strained and slightly damp with sweat, outlining the full, rounded weight of them as she moves. She starts stretching, completely unaware that her shorts have ridden dangerously low. The waistband has slipped down just enough for the top half of her enormous golden-brown asscheeks to spill out—plump, smooth, and jiggling softly with every reach and twist. Her thick thighs flex hard, quads bulging beneath the soft layer of plush while the desperate fabric of her shorts clings to the heavy lower swell of her cheeks. You can’t look away. Every time she lunges forward, more of that massive ass escapes: the deep cleft between her cheeks teases into view, the round globes spreading just slightly, wobbling heavily. She drops into a deep squat and the shorts slide even further—now nearly half of her gigantic, juicy butt is completely bare, the full curve of both cheeks bouncing and rippling with each rep. Beads of sweat glisten along the smooth skin, tracing slow lines down the exposed flesh as her ass jiggles with every powerful movement. She has no idea.