FIT18 – Tiffany Tatum – 95lbs – I Creampie The Fittest Girl Ever – 60fps

The sun glints off Tiffany’s sweat-slicked skin as she contorts into the Downward Dog pose. Her toned thighs strain against the tight fabric of her yoga pants, the prominent curve of her glutes enticing the camera. Even through the high-definition lens, it’s clear that this girl is no ordinary yogi. Every sinew and tendon flares to crisp definition, a work of art in motion.

The buxom blonde rolls up gracefully from dog pose to cobra, her ample bust threatening to burst from her clingy sports bra. Her trainer, a well-built man in his thirties, leans in close, one hand resting on the small of her back.

“Nice transition, Tiffany. You’re really mastering the flow now,” he praises, voice dripping with admiration. From this angle, it’s clear his eyes are glued to her rear. “How about we try something a little more…intense?”

Tiffany nods, face flushed and glistening. “I’m game for anything!” Her voice is girlish yet charged with lust. “What’d you have in mind?”

The man grins, his hand sliding down to her pert behind. “I think you know precisely what I’m talking about.” His fingers walk along the crease of her inner thigh, higher and higher…

Without warning, Tiffany arches back with a squeal, her supple body flush against his muscular frame. Even through her tight yoga pants, the rigid outline of his cock presses insistently upon her petite mound. He grinds himself against her, lewd little encouraging noises emanating from his throat.

“Not in the studio!” Tiffany gasps, even as her own hips writhe in sinful appreciation of the barbaric stimulation.

“Then let’s get out of here, you pent-up little minx,” he growls, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her mouth to his in an animalistic kiss. Their tongues entwine hungrily, drool dripping down Tiffany’s chin as she moans shamelessly into his mouth.

Towering over her, he selects a sturdy wooden yoga block and presses the startled girl back against the wall. Hiking her leg over his hip, he pins her in place with his body, the thick bulge in his trousers rolling insistently against her quivering sex.

Tiffany whimpers, half in protest, half in feverish excitement. “But the teacher – she’ll be back any minute…” She pauses, then gasps as he rips her pants clean in two, baring her dripping pussy to his greedy gaze. “…won’t catch us!”

“No, she won’t,” the man chuckles darkly, stripping off his jockstrap to reveal his veiny python of a cock, engorged and leaking natural lube. “Because you’re not gonna be able to keep quiet, little one. Not with this beast splitting you open…”

With that, he notches his bloated mushroom cap against her tender petals, then RAMS HOME. Tiffany SCREAMS in a mix of pain and ecstasy, back arching sharply as her impossibly tight cunt is jolted by 10 inches of throbbing hardness. She bucks against him, trying to grind her clit on his radius, but he holds her fast.

“Ah-ah, none of that,” he scolds, reaching down to roughly pinch her clit, making her howl. “You move when I say you move. Got it?”

Tiffany whimpers, nodding frantically. He rewards her obedience with a testing thrust of his hips, stirring her innards barley an inch before pulling out completely. Her copious slick makes obscene squelching sounds, and her pussy gapes, clenching hungrily on air.

With no further warning, he spears back into her, thick arms pinning her delicate body tight as he starts ramming mercilessly into Tiffany’s rapturous snatch. She vibrates with each impact, ab muscles clenching futilely against the onslaught, tits bouncing wildly beneath her sports bra.

“Yes, yes, YES!!” Tiffany wails, attacking his mouth with kisses, nails raking down his ripped back. Her ankles clamp around his pumping hips, urging him ever deeper into her hungering sild. “Fuck me, FUCK ME, wenn you break the pussy, make sure you real good!”

He responds by literally jackhammering into her, leaning down to yank a pale tit free and assault the rosy bud with teeth and tongue. She wails and thrashes, climaxing HARD from his multifaceted assault, squirting clear pussy honey all over his pistoning cock…

When the heaving Tyler has expended the last of her final twitching orgasm, the man slows his pace, making sure to swirl his cockhead deftly in all her greedy holes before withdrawing. Tiffany protests with a disappointed mewl, but he shushes her protests.

“919, fellas. Now, arre you really ready to chase pirouettes? The ball has to be assembly in heels!” He quips with a wink. Tiffany blinks, then realizes he’s changing up references. “Dance the tango all the way to steady broom!”

“Oh yes!” She says dazedly, smiling up at him adoring. “I’m gonna be glued to the screen like constantly!”

“AI, then let’s get back to the school before Counselor Community snoops on our fun…” The two hurry to righten their clothes and clean up any evidence of just how ‘intense’ thier lesson had gotten.