"Since you want to be carried so bad, I might as hit the gym." Olga exclaimed, taking along a duffle bag that was placed beforehand near the porch of her house. "I need to work up a sweat, gotta be in tip top shape after all."

She steps down from the porch to the path out of the house, tits bounce around throwing you left and right. 

"I'm gonna work up a ton of sweat, my tits gonna be swamped with it. You might wanna hang on, in case you get too deep in." She said, dragging you closer to her chest. 

It was quite the jog, a little warming up to help Olga ready herself for a workout. Unfortunately it was quite a struggle for you in contrast, already tiring you out of your stamina.

You had to struggle anchoring yourself so her sweat doesn't slip you down deep. Because if that happened you'll be forced to smell a steam-room worth of un-bathed body stench. Reeking. As it gags your reflex, causing quite a headache.

At least you didn't end up under her ass, boy that would've been hell.

You're glad she finally reached the Gym though. But that sense of foreboding began to increase, as she took a look around the gym she's in. She decided to head...