Horny Babe Jillian Janson Gets Eaten Out And Fucked
The sun had barely risen over the horizon when Jillian Janson awoke, stretching her supple body like a cat. She yawned, her full lips parting to reveal a perfect set of pearly whites. Rubbing the sleep from her emerald green eyes, Jillian swung her long, toned legs over the side of her king-sized bed and padded barefoot across the hardwood floor towards the bathroom.
As she passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows lining her bedroom, Jillian paused to admire her reflection in the glass. Even without a stitch of makeup, she was stunning – an angelic face framed by long chestnut locks, with velvety skin that glowed like fresh cream. Her pert breasts, just large enough to be distracting yet small enough to not get in the way during yoga practice, jiggled ever so slightly as she moved. Jillian ran her hands down the slim curve of her waist and over the gentle swell of her hips, allowing herself a small smile of pride. She took good care of her body and it showed.
After a quick shower, Jillian slipped into her usual yoga gear – a scrubbed-pink sports bra and tight yoga pants that hugged every dip and curve of her lithe physique. She tied her hair up into a messy bun and headed downstairs. Her morning ritual was sacrosanct – an hour of posing and contorting her nubile figure to increase flexibility and energy for the day ahead.
Rolling out her yoga mat on the deck that overlooked the sparkling blue expanse of her private pool, Jillian began her stretches. First, she moved into Downward Dog, palms planted firmly on the mat as she arched her back, jutting her heart-shaped bottom high in the air. With each push-up motion, the supple globes of her ass flexed and clenched beneath the thin fabric of her pants. Sweat gleamed on her brow as she transitioned into Cat-Cow Pose, arching her spine and angling her chin down to her chest. Her cleavage strained against the taut sports bra, the cloth brushing across her stiffening nipples with each Raven Clap.
As she flowed into Warrior III, Jillian felt a sudden fluttering sensation deep in her core. Strange, she had practiced yoga countless times before without issue. Yet today, perhaps it was the rising humidity, or simply the growing boredom with her routine, but Jillian’s mind began to wander to untoward places. Her gaze fell upon the tantalizing curve of her own neck, the full, plump lips pouting sexily as she counted her breaths. She imagined strong masculine hands roving over her sweat-slicked skin, urging her into positions more erotic than athletic.
A filmsy gasp escaped Jillian’s lips as she achieved full expression in Headstand Pose. Blood rushed south, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Sensing her vexing arousal, Jillian used her wealth of yoga knowledge to help alleviate the tension. She transitioned into Seated Forward Bend, long fingers stroking her inner thighs and gliding teasingly over the swell of her sex. Her blunt nails scratched at the delicate fabric, shifting it to one side as she nudged her smoothly waxed lips apart with a delicate touch.
Jillian’s juices began to flow, dampening her yoga pants andplicating the fiery ache between her legs. In a sudden fit of boldness, she tugged the stretchy waistband down to bare her dripping wet cult to the warm California sunshine. Feeling wickedly naughty, Jillian resumed her sultry strokes and pinches, teasing the erect bud of her clitoris and plunging a single finger teasingly in and out of her fluttering teenage hole.
She desired penetration, to be impaled and skewered by a long hard cock stretching her tight teenage pussy. Mayhaps from behind on hands and knees, ass stuck high in the air and body bowed beneath powerful thrusts? Jillian’s wrists hooked into an arch pose, but only served to crush her aching breasts together painfully. A breathy moan cycled between her kiss-swollen lips when she grazed her pink nipples through the thin sports bra, pinching and tugging the pebbled buds as her hips undulated shamelessly. Morning wood was infinitely better when it was the throbbing, pulsing cock of her boyfriend.
Jillian gazed down at her slick, puffy pussy lips framed perfectly in the V of her thighs. Her lipstick red thong strained obscenely between pouted pussy lips. She cancelled troublesome yoga classes, evidently pussy needed attention more than her body did. So she began to fuck her pussy with long, deep strokes, stroking that precious spot deep inside her womb. She comforted herself with cool steady rhythm, transported to rapturous euphoria. Focused on her pleasure and abused her juicy, succulent pussy until it tremor, contracted, and weeped all over her fingers.
