Yoga Hurts

Tony Martinez calls up Jojo Kiss for a private yoga session at his place. The second she steps in, he’s already sizing up her tight little body. She slips into the smallest shorts and pink top, red knee-highs finishing the look, and bends into the first pose. That ass pops up like an invitation, and Tony loses what little focus he had left. He hits the floor hard, clutching his back. She’s on him fast, stripping his shirt, hands sliding over his muscles. He rolls to his back, and Jojo climbs right over him, pussy hovering inches from his cock while her tits hang right above his face. He grumbles that he won’t recommend her to anyone. She doesn’t like that answer. She grabs his dick through his pants, decides to settle the debt on the spot, and drops down to swallow him whole. Her mouth works his shaft like she’s got something to prove, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. When she’s got him throbbing, she climbs on, sinks that pussy down until he bottoms out, and rides like she’s starving. Legs spread wide, she takes every deep thrust, wet sounds filling the room. He pounds up into her until he can’t hold it, pulls out, and paints her stomach in thick ropes.