$name1 stays after yoga for a private stretch and ends up face-down in her instructor’s cunt on the studio floor.
Class emptied. $name1 stayed, twenty-six, sports bra damp, leggings clinging. Instructor Maya — tall, dark-haired, thirty-four — locked the studio and dimmed the lights.
“Hip openers,” Maya said. “On your back.”
The stretch pressed Maya’s hand against $name1’s pubic bone. “You’re wet through your leggings,” Maya murmured. “Have been since warrior two. I could smell you.”
She peeled the leggings off, hooked soaked knickers aside, and licked from arsehole to clit before settling in to eat her properly — tongue fucking, lips sealed on her clit. $name1 came shaking, squirting a little on the mat. Maya stripped. Full tits, trimmed glistening cunt. She straddled $name1’s face.
“Eat your instructor. Slow. Ride this tongue until I drip down your chin.”
$name1 licked and sucked greedily while Maya fucked her face with filthy praise. Maya came grinding down, flooding her tongue. They sixty-nined on the mats, fingers pumping, then Maya buckled on a thick purple strap and fucked $name1 on all fours across the mirrored floor — sweat-slick, tits swinging, strap vanishing into flushed cunt.
“Harder,” $name1 begged. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted since I joined.”
“I have,” Maya grunted, spanking her. “Every pigeon pose. Knowing you went home and fingered yourself thinking of me.”
$name1 came on the strap collapsing. Maya sat on her face once more until she finished too. Afterward, tangled on the mats smelling of sex and incense, Maya whispered, “Next week wear a plug to class. I want it in you during plank in front of everyone.”
$name1 smiled against her lips, already certain she would.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
