I Wanna Make You Sweat Amalia Davis, Raul Costa

Title: Amalia’s Yoga Playtime with Raul

Amalia Davis had always been a lover of yoga, finding solace and sensuality in the fluid movements of her body. Her supple, olive skin glistened with sweat as she stretched and flowed on the sandy beach, the morning sun casting an otherworldly glow over her bountiful curves. Raul Costa watched from his nearby towel, mesmerized by the way Amalia’s breasts threatened to spill out of her skimpy yoga top with each bend and lunge.

As Amalia transitioned into downward dog, Raul couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. He rose and approached her from behind, running his calloused hands over her smooth, toned glutes. Amalia let out a soft gasp, glancing back at him with desire blazing in her dark eyes. Instead of protesting, she arched her back, pushing her ass against his growing bulge.

“Mmm, Raul,” she purred, “you know I prefer my post-yoga stretches to be a little more…involved.”

Raul grinned, his hands traveling around to Amalia’s front. He palmed her breasts through her top, feeling her nipples stiffen beneath his touch. Amalia moaned, turning her head to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled as Raul deftly unclasped her top, freeing her ample bosom.

Breaking the kiss, Amalia guided Raul’s hands to her breasts, encouraging him to caress and squeeze the soft mounds. Raul complied eagerly, tweaking her rosy nipples between his thumb and finger. Amalia writhed in pleasure, her body teeming with desire.

“More,” she demanded breathlessly, reaching back to palm Raul’s straining erection through his board shorts. Raul shuddered at the contact, his cock throbbing with need. Slowly, he lowered Amalia to her hands and knees on the warm sand, hovering behind her. Amalia looked back at him over her shoulder, biting her plump lower lip in anticipation.

Raul took a moment to admire the way Amalia’s round ass was presented to him, her pussy glistening with arousal between her thighs. With a groan, he shimmied off his shorts, freeing his engorged cock. He stroked himself a few times, smearing the bead of precum at his tip. Then, positioning himself at Amalia’s entrance, he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck as he slowly pushed inside her welcoming heat.

Amalia cried out, her muscles clenching around Raul’s thick shaft as he filled her completely. Raul gave her a moment to adjust before beginning a deep, sensual rhythm. He held Amalia’s hips, thrusting into her with long, languid strokes. Amalia matched his pace, pushing back to meet each advance.

The intensity of their coupling built quickly, the sound of their flesh slapping and moans of ecstasy carrying across the empty beach. Raul could feel Amalia’s walls pulsing around him, signaling her impending release. He increased his tempo, slamming into her harder, urging her towards orgasm.

“Come for me, Amalia,” Raul growled, reaching around to pinch her throbbing clit. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Amalia shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed her release. Raul followed close behind, filling her with his hot seed as he grunted his satisfaction. They remained joined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate coupling.

Finally, Raul pulled out and helped Amalia to her feet. She turned to face him, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in the salty sea air.

When they finally untangled themselves, Amalia gave Raul a satisfied smirk. “You know, I think we should turn yoga into our favorite extracurricular activity,” she said playfully. “I’m always down for some flexibility…training.”

Raul chuckled, gathering up their discarded clothes. “Oh, I’ll make it my personal mission to ensure you get a thorough stretch every single day,” he promised, punctuating his words with a smack to her ass.

Amalia giggled, snagging his hand and leading him towards the direction of the beachside showers. ” Race you there,” she called over her shoulder, already peeling off her top.
Their race ended with them locked in a steamy embrace beneath the warm spray, hands roaming and lips locked once more. As the water cascaded over their entwined bodies, Amalia and Raul lost themselves in each other once again, the rest of the world fading away.

(1000 words)