Busty Arab Roxie Sinner Yoga And Masturbation
Title: “Stretching Boundaries: A Sensual Yoga Practise”
The busty, brunette beauty Roxie Sinner stretches herself into the lotus position, her supple breasts straining against the confines of her skimpy, skintight yoga pants. Her sultry eyes are closed, her well-proportioned face a picture of serene concentration as she inhales deeply, savouring the slow, sensual burn in her taut muscles.
This is no ordinary yoga session, though. No, Roxie has a taste for the forbidden, a penchant for pushing the boundaries of her physical and sexual limitations. She wants to explore the tantric arts, to weave sensuality into the very fabric of her yoga practise.
As she exhales, Roxie begins to move, transitioning from lotus to downward facing dog with the fluid grace of a dancer. Her pert behind is inches from the mat, the curve of her thighs and hips accentuated by her compromising position. She holds the pose, maintaining her balance on trembling arms as her heart rate quickens. Her mind wanders, straying from the tranquil Indi beats pulsing through the studio’s sound system to the throbbing ache of arousal enveloping her body.
Roxie rolls onto her back, tucking her knees against her chest. As her hamstrings stretch and lengthen, she allows her hands to drift downwards, fingers splaying across the fabric of her yoga pants. She concentrates on her breathing, guiding the air in slowly, steadily, as the tension builds between her legs. One hand slithers beneath the band of her leggings, fingertips skimming across the smooth, hairless mound of her vagina. She gasps as a shudder of pleasure ripples through her.
Emboldened, Roxie props herself up on her elbows, rollicking gently back and forth as her fingers delve deeper, probing the moist, heated folds of her labia. A low, breathy moan escapes her lips as she penetrates herself with one long, slender digit, pumping the length of her fingers back and forth. The inherent wetness of her centre allows her to plunge deeper, to curl her knuckles as she churns herself into a lathered frenzy.
The amber-skinned vixen’s nipples stiffen, poking against the thready confines of her sports bra as she begins to circle her clit with her thumb, continuing to thrust and push within her gushing, grasping hole with the rigidity of her middle finger. Drool pools around the edges of her open mouth as rivulets of perspiration drip down the concavities of her bared belly. She is lost in pleasure, intoxicated by the taste of her own sweat, the scent of her arousal.
Roxie unfurls herself from her relaxed pose, rolling gracefully into the child’s pose, her back arched, her rump in the air. With her palm supporting her chin, she resumes her public masturbation, plunging three fingers into her sopping cunt as she diligently rubs circles into the engorged, pulsating bud of her clit. She cries out as sparks of electricity jolt her frame from her quivering hole northwards, detonating like tiny fireworks behind her eyelids.
Roxie is close now, teetering on the edge of climax. She pumps harder, faster, greedily eating herself out, reveling in the carnality of her act. Every nerve ending is alight, every cell in her voluptuous body vibrating in tandem with the relentless undulations of her hand. The dam bursts within her and rekindles as her pussy balloons and contracts around her pistoning fingers, flooding her tunnel with the warm, liquid satisfaction of her orgasm.
As the rippling waves of her climactic release subside, Roxie slumps over, collapsing into a satified heap. She parts her thighs as cum oozes from between the puffy, pouty lips of her stretched labia, trickling down the sensitive undersides of her thighs. She languishes in the afterglow, drunk on her own headiness, sated in more ways than one.
Roxie knows she should tap back into her inner zen, but she is miserably conflicted by her biological urges. Perhaps, yoga won’t be enough next time… She needs something more, something to stretch her pleasure even further than she has stretched her supple, lithe limbs.
