A Perfect Flexible Pair 2 – Stell
Title: “Stell’s Stretching Session”
In the serene confines of a private yoga studio, Stell, a ravishing redhead, prepared for her most intense work-out yet. She was no ordinary yogi; Stell possessed an uncanny ability to contort her lithe body into indescribable positions with seemingly effortless grace. Today, her coach Latoya, a busty brunette with curves as dangerous as her piercing gaze, would push Stell to her physical and… sexual limits.
“I want to see you hold Crow Pose for five minutes today,” Latoya purred, her hypnotic voice dripping with promise. Stell nodded, her emerald eyes flashing with both determination and desire. She stepped onto her yoga mat, clad only in a skintight sports bra and miniscule shorts that left little to the imagination.
Stell began with Deep Breaths, inhaling the heady scent of the studio – a blend of sandalwood incense and arousal. She transitioned fluidly into Child’s Pose, her pert bottom jutting out in invitation. Latoya smirked, appreciating the sight before instructing Stell to assume Downward Dog.
The redhead bent over, her taut stomach nearly brushing the plush mat, her yoga shorts stretched taut against her glistening sex. Latoya approached silently, appreciating the view, before delivering a sharp spank to Stell’s ripe asscheeks. Stell yelped, fighting to maintain her form even as jolts of lust shot through her body.
“Focus, my flexible pet,” Latoya chided. Stell nodded, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged. She transitioned into Crow Pose, muscles rippling as she fought to hold herself aloft. Latoya circled her like a predator, whispering encouragement laced with dark promise.
Five minutes passed in a haze of exertion and want. Stell collapsed onto her stomach, sweat-soaked hair plastered to her brow, chest heaving. Latoya immediately assumed the Wheel Pose above her, the brunette’s muscles glistening, breasts bouncing free from a suddenly discarded sports bra.
“Good girl,” Latoya purred. She extended one leg with incredible grace and control, pressing it firmly between Stell’s quivering thighs. The redhead gasped, unconsciously grinding against the offered limb. Latoya increased the pressure, smiling in satisfaction as her yogi’s arousal soaked through her flimsy shorts.
“We’re half-way through your session,” Latoya informed her, tone conversational. “Next I want to see you hold Pigeon, then Firefly. I expect total dedication.”
My, how Stell wished Latoya would dedicate herself instead… Flexing her abs and inner thighs, the redhead effortlessly transitioned into Pigeon, shifting angle to provide maximum lewdness. Latoya squeezed one jutting cheek, then moved back as Stell transitioned into Firefly, this time observing intently.
Watching the brunette’s face, Stell hoped her blatant overtures worked. She spread her legs, inviting Latoya to get a close-up view of her glistening petals. The brunette knelt, breasts resting heavily on Stell’s thigh as she dipped her head between quivering legs.
“Yes… mutter… such a good fucking girl…” Latoya growled. Sudden wet heat engulfed Stell’s pussy, and the redhead nearly screamed in pleasure. She orgasmed on Latoya’s probing tongue, a humiliatingly large amount of slick gushing between the brunette’s lips.
Finally surfacing, Latoya licked her lips, tasting her pupil’s essence. “This session is over,” she announced, standing. Stell panted, struggling to focus, questioning through a fog of pleasure. The brunette approached her prone form.
“Your real practice – your actual workout – begins now,” Latoya purred. “You have so many more positions to learn.” She bent down, pulling Stell into a deep, dominating kiss, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed impossibly close.
Stell melted into her coach’s arms, resigned to servicing her dark desire. Yoga was so much more than merely physical exertion; it was lust, carnality, carnal pleasure made manifest.
And Stell was ready to assume any position, no matter how perverse, to master her lessons with Latoya’s piercings intimate instructors.
