MODERN-DAY SINS – Jane Wilde Enjoys INTERRACIAL PUBLIC SEX In Yoga Class Behind Her BF’s Back!
In the bustling heart of Los Angeles, a yoga studio named “Namaste Now” was buzzing with its regular predawn crowd, unaware of the steamy surprise about to unfold. Among them was Jane Wilde, a petite amateur yoga instructor with a petite body to match – perky C-cup tits, a tight ass, and sculpted legs that could wrap around a man’s waist with ease. Jane’s boyfriend, a strait-laced lawyer, had no idea that when she embarked on her morning commute to teach her 6:00 am class, she was instead secretly on her way to meet her secret, well-hung lover.
Jane’s students filed in and arranged their mats for the vigorous Vinyasa flow sequence she had mapped out. As the music began to pump and the class breathed in unison, Jane started guiding them through their sun salutations. All the while, she kept exchanging lustful glances with her secret beau perched in the back row. Isiah Maxwell. A tall, dark, and muscular black man, all cords of muscle rippling beneath his skin.
During an intense round of warrior three, Jane sauntered over close enough to Isiah that only he could see up her tight yoga shorts to admire her pussy, glistening with arousal. The thrill of being so naughty made her heart race. Isiah began to slowly slide a hand up her thigh as the rest of the class flowed in Downward Dog.
Heart pounding, Jane guided them back up to standing and began chanting the classic yoga mantra of “Om”. Her voice quivered as Isiah’s hand slid further north, gently rubbing her sex through the thin fabric. Jane struggled to stay lucid and keep her composure, but she couldn’t resist pushing back against his touch. He slipped a finger beneath her shorts to stroke her slick folds. Jane gasped and had to cover her mouth, turning it into a “yoga sneeze”.
The class took a seated break and Jane pounced, quickly sliding into Isiah’s lap. She ground her ass against his rigid cock, galaxy-brained with lust. In one swift motion, she yanked down his pants and freed his huge, black engorged shaft. The tantric chanting disguised her moans as she grabbed it and slowly sunk down, inch by inch, until she was fully impaled.
“Ohhh fuuuck,” Isiah groaned, laceclips clicking in the background. Jane started bouncing up and down as Isiah squeezed her perky tits through the sports bra. The class, none the wiser, flowed into their next sequence.
“Uhhnnnn… switch to Plank position class!” Jane called out between thrusts, his huge cock reaching her G-spot like a massage wand. Isiah royally pounded her ass, her drenched pussy kissing the base of his mammoth dick, balls slapping hard against her clit. She muffled her screams into a nearby stack of mats.
“Om my god…yaaas! Your dick is so fuuucking biiig!” Jane squealed, popping her hips back to meet each deep piercing thrust. Isiah licked a stripe up her neck and thrusted his slim hips up to plunder deeper, making her toes curl. His enormous diameter stretched her walls obscenely, her snatch taking on the exact shape of his thick shaft.
The sound of a door creaking open snapped them back to awareness – one of the studio owners walked in! “Jane? Is everything okay in here?” she asked, concerned. Quick as a whip, Jane shouted “Oh, y-yesustersfine! J-just…regginestress”There…uhhnnn… files oorrreeee F-Flow!” She pointed an accusatory finger at the class, burning holes through them as a sign to keep their eyes shut and mouths zipped.
Jane grinded her pussy down around Isiah’s still-buried cock, whimpering as he bucked up into her hole, pounding her ethics into powder. “FUCK I’m cumming! Flood my fucking pussy, I wanna fucking drown today!” she cried, splattering all over the mat in a piledriver orgasm, keys of O shattering her brain.
Isiah hilts, stroking her Ahole through her waves before grunting like a beast and erupting, spitting tarps of steamy jizz deep in her womb. A small groan escaped her, despite her best efforts to stay quiet.
Suddenly, a cellphone rang throughout the studio! The studio owner reached into her pocket to silence it, but it was too late. Her own husband’s name flashed across the screen the class saw, and the app name “Find My Friends”. A very married woman, indeed. The wind suddenly changed.
“Well! Class dismissed early!” Jane’s boss announced, cheeks flushed pink. She grabbed her things and booked it, clearly flustered. The students gathered their belongings in a hurry, exchanging secret glances and knowing smirks on their way out the door.
Isiah reluctantly pulled out of the warm wetness, watching rivulets of cum dribble down Jane’s perky thighs. She shakily rose to standing and straightened her clothes. “Same time tomorrow?!” she called out to her secret lover with a wink, ankle tatts swaying from side to side with padded steps. Ready for another endorphin rush and sequel.
