Searching Within! Yoga Teacher Serena Santos Take it Deep for YoungBusty

Tickling the Ivories

Serena Santos sashayed into the dimly lit studio, her heels clicking against the polished hardwood with seductive intent. The young yoga instructor was known for her lithe physique and insatiable appetite for carnal pleasures. Today, she would showcase her talents for the camera, in a much different context than her usual yoga instruction.

The producers had assembled a professional set, complete with plush furniture, ornate mirrors, and carefully placed lighting. A grand piano stood center stage, its ebony surface gleaming invitingly under the warm lights. Serena took her place before the instrument, running her fingers teasingly along the keys.

“Hello, boys,” she purred, her voice dripping with sex appeal. “I’m Serena, your yoga slut for the day. We’re going to stretch and contort our bodies in ways we’ve never done before. And I hope to hell you’ve all got good cameras.”

With a mischievous wink, she stripped off her skin-tight yoga leggings, revealing the crisp white thong beneath. Her ass was round and supple, barely concealed by the skimpy fabric. Serena bent over provocatively, giving the camera a perfect view of her toned derriere and the damp spot forming on her panties.

“First, we’ll start with some light breathing exercises,” she cooed, turning and crawling onto the piano bench. She spread her thighs wide, the juncture of her legs peeking out from behind the lace. “Deep inhale…and exhale. feels good, doesn’t it?”

She leaned back, her breasts straining against the tight tank top. Her nipples were hard, poking obscenely through the thin material. With a coy smile, she peeled off her top and tossed it aside. Her tits were large and supple, bouncing freely as she settled onto the supple leather bench.

“Now let’s get into some of those deeper, more intense stretches. For this one, I’m going to need a little help from you, boys.”

Serena reached for the camera, tugging a strap into her mouth. She sucked on it like a pacifier, her tongue darting out to wet the plastic. Slowly, she drew the camera in, rubbing it along the swells of her breasts before tracing it down her taut belly.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” she moaned, the microphones picking up every breathy word. She drew the lens between her legs, rubbing it over her aching pussy through the flimsy thong. With expert fingers, she tugged the panties to the side, revealing the glistening pink folds.

“You want a closer look, don’t you?” Serena teased, parting her lips with two fingers. She drug the lens over her clit, rubbing it with slow, languid strokes. “God, I’m so fucking wet. I just betrayed a client today, and the thought of him watching me made me cum twice on the way here.”

She hooked the strap over the piano key, angling it up between her legs. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto the lens. She sank down, slowly impaling herself on the object. Inch by inch, her pussy stretched obscenely around the rubber, her lips quivering and glistening with arousal.

“That’s it,” she groaned, bouncing gently on the lens. “Take it deep. You fucking love this, don’t you, you dirty bastard?”

She rocked faster, the camera shaking in time with her movements. Her tits swayed hypnotically as she used it, angling it to penetrate her in ways she never had before. Below, her pussy was a sloppy, wet mess. Fluids dribbled down her thighs as she fucked herself silly.

“I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, grinding against the lens. “I’m going to cum all over this camera while you watch. I want to see your faces. I want to see how bad you want to taste me.”

With a shuddering gasp, she reached her peak. Her pussy clenched, walls fluttering around the silicone in tight pulses. She bucked and writhed as her climax tore through her, smearing her juices all over the piano and the floor beneath.

“Fuck, I’m drenched,” she laughed, pulling off the lens reluctantly. She licked it clean, then groaned as she savored the taste of herself. “Mmm, delicious. Anyone care to join me?”

She rose from the bench, hips swaying seductively as she made her way toward the mirrors. She walked her fingers up the glass, eyeing herself lustfully. With practiced grace, she lifted one leg and braced it against the mirror, before turning her ass toward the camera.

“Come on,” she purred, reaching back to spread her cheeks. “Stick it in. Fill me up.”

She wiggled her hips in invitation, driving the camera wild. Then, with a sensual moan, she reached between her legs, tugging at her pussy with teasing strokes. Her finger swirled around the sensitive bud, even as she used her other hand to tease her asshole with tentative presses.

“Look at me. I’m dirty. I’m nasty,” she said between panting breaths, moaning as she worked her fingers deeper into her holes. “I’m such a bad yoga slut. I want to be fucked in all my holes. I want you to come over here and completely ruin me.”

She continued moaning, attempting to work herself closer to another climax, her eyes locking with cameras from across the room. She draped herself over the mirror, grinding her hips against it, and shrieked her pleasure. Watching her defile herself on the surface of the mirror, the audience were immensely pleased with what they got.