Personal Trainer Stretches Clients Legs And Pounds Her Hungry Pussy
The sun beat down on the grassy park, its rays glinting off the shallow pond nearby. Sweat beaded on Jen’s toned body as she stretched, her movements fluid and sensual. She was an American fitness trainer, and today’s session was with one of her most challenging clients.
Jen smirked to herself, recalling the video they’d made last time. She was known for her unique techniques to motivate clients. The blonde bombshell ran her hands along her sculpted thighs, feeling the stretch of her skin. Jen’s yoga pants hugged her curves tightly, leaving little to the imagination.
Her client approached slowly, eyes wide. “Hello Jen,” he said, voice trembling. “Where do you want me?”
She smiled wickedly, beckoning him closer. “Lay down on the mat, darling.” He complied eagerly, positioning himself on the damp ground.
Jen started with his legs, bending them at the knees and guiding his feet to his hands. “Feel that stretch in your hamstrings,” she purred, letting her heavy breasts dangle close to his face. His breath hitched.
Next was the quad stretch. Jen hoisted one of his legs up high while supporting his back. “Up high,” she encouraged, dumper stretching his leg. Her breasts bounced with the exertion.
For hip rotators, Jen put his leg and arm together to his chest. Then she did the other side with a meaningful look. The client gasped as she massaged his inner thighs, teasing him with a electric touch.
Moving on, Jen had him roll onto his stomach. “Lay on your tummy for spinal stretches,” she said. From his prone position, her utterly massive ass was in his face, barely contained by her yoga pants. She arched her back for a cat stretch, then rolled her spine for an opossum. Jen felt his eyes drilling into her crack.
As they flowed into plank position, Jen propped her glorious chest up on one elbow, giving her client an eyeful. “Maintain a straight back,” she reminded him breathlessly. His eyes were glued to the deep valley running between her breasts. Dangling sweat drops glistened on her schorched skin.
Last was the drop splits, which frankly just involved Jen awkwardly hanging out next to him, strategic ass exposure included. Aware of the bulge it was giving him discreetly eyeing her bottom rear as she tumbled into a stretch.
“Very good. Let’s cool down.”
The client nervously followed Jen’s lead into cobra and downward dog, hyper aware of her spandex-clad ass in doggy position. As they finished in corpse pose, Jen rolled over and sat up.
“Great work today,” she said, standing and brushing grass off her ass. With a wink, she threw her sports bra at him. “I’ll see you for a massage next week. Same spot, same time?”
Glued to the ground, he nodded dumbly up at her. Jen sashayed off, hips swaying, leaving no doubt she’d tease his ass off at Christmas Massage time as well…
