Alison Galaway

The women’s locker room door flies open right as you walk past. Inside stands Alison Ganaway – completely naked. Her platinum blonde hair cascades down her back, her toned body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Perfect round tits, tiny waist. She was in the middle of changing. She turns around and catches you staring wide-eyed, your gaze locked on her naked body. Instead of screaming or covering herself, she slowly tilts her head, a tiny wicked smirk forming on her lips. Her eyes lock onto yours for a long, heavy second. She doesn’t say a word. She just lets you look… lets you burn the image into your brain. Then she calmly closes the door halfway, but before it shuts completely she gives you one last burning stare over her shoulder – the kind that says “I know you’re hard right now… and I’m going to make sure you stay that way.” The next day at the gym she no longer ignores you...