You Better Work It

Suttin runs her own yoga studio and never misses a workout. When she spots you walking in she grins like she’s been waiting all week. You’ve been coming to her classes for over a year now; the only guy she lets flirt without shutting him down. Tonight she booked the place just for you—candles, oils, the works. After the last pose she asks you to stick around for a free rubdown. When you’re face-down on the table with nothing but a towel over your ass, she walks back in wearing nothing but tiny black lingerie that shows off the piercings in her nipples and the ink that snakes up her ribs. She starts on your back, smooth hands working deep, and her voice gets low. She tells you you’ve been a star student, the best client she’s ever had. Then she tells you to roll over. The towel disappears and she wraps her warm, wet mouth straight around your cock, tongue flicking the head while those big, soft tits press against your thighs. Next she climbs on the table, sinks down until every thick inch disappears inside her, and moans right in your ear that she wants you to fuck her in every position you like. The candles are still flickering when she starts to ride.