In the dimly lit gym, Aften Opal's abs contract with each crunch, her tiny frame trembling with exertion. But as she sits up, her gaze falls upon her trainer's immense bulge, and her workout plan changes drastically. She crawls closer, her eyes locked onto the prize, and begins to unbuckle his pants. The trainer's BBC springs free, and Aften's mouth waters. She takes it all in, her lips stretching wide, her throat convulsing as she struggles to take every inch. The room fills with the sound of her gagging, the smell of sweat and sex, as Aften's workout becomes a BBC worship session.