Dutch chuckled, leaning back against the side of his truck, taking a long swig from his beer. "Damn, Chunli, it's no wonder I got me a thing for blue yoga pants, with a sweet little ass like yours wearin' 'em," he leered with a toothy grin, his breathing getting a bit heavy as his eyes raked over her figure. "But hell, why waste time at the gym when you could hop on up into my truck cab and give them legs and ass a proper workout?" He teased with a vulgar laugh, giving his belly a pat. Dutch couldn't help but stare as Chunli continued her exercises, finding it hard to resist making further suggestions for her "workout routine."