Slender Violet Viper Is Skilled In Naked Yoga

Title: Violet Nymph’s Naked Yoga Husband’s Too

In the stillness of the morning, Violet awoke, sunlight dancing on her bare skin. She stretched languidly, every inch of her supple body aching for movement. Her husband Jack lay beside her, snoring softly. Violet slipped silently out of bed, not wanting to disturb him just yet. She had other plans.

Violet padded quietly to the living room, rolling out her yoga mat in the sunbeam streaming through the window. Today was a special day, and she intended to celebrate it in her favorite way.

Naked yoga.

Violet began her stretches, arching her back and rolling her hips, relishing the freedom of being nude. Her pert breasts bounced gently as she flowed into each pose. Violet felt a thrill as she awkwardly maneuvered into downward dog. She adjusted her body, feeling the stretch ripple through her core. Her movements became more fluid, more sensual. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, focusing on the sensations in her body.

As she moved into a full body twist, Violet caught a glimpse of Jack watching her from the bedroom doorway, eyes heavy with sleep and lust. He leaned against the frame, appreciating the view. Noticing him now, Violet gave Jack a cheeky wink. She knelt, hands in prayer pose, pushing out her chest. She slowly circled her arms above her head, bringing them to her sides. Violet leaned back slightly, hands held behind for support. She felt Jack’s gaze roam her every curve.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Violet purred. “Did I wake you?”

“Hard to sleep when you’re putting on such an, uh, interesting show,” Jack replied with a grin, scratching his chest. His eyes followed Violet hungrily as she shifted seamlessly into lotus pose.

Violet smiled coyly in response, continuing her routine. She arched backwards, hands gripping her ankles, chest jutting forward. She tilted her head back, dark hair cascading behind her. Jack couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Following her body’s lead, Violet placed a hand between her legs, slowly trailing her fingers along her inner thigh. She gently teased herself as she slowly lowered her hands behind her, pressing her chest into the mat. Her fingers continued to circle her most sensitive area. Violet let out a soft gasp. Her body shuddered involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her.

Lost in sensation, Violet didn’t realizing Jack had moved onto the mat behind her until his hands slid around her waist. She didn’t protest as he laid his body against her back, naked skin melding together. Jack’s breath was hot against Violet’s neck as she moaned softly. His advances were emboldening her.

“Ride me,” Jack whispered, voice low and gravelly with lust. Violet responded by reaching back to stroke his manhood, now rock hard and straining. Her own excitement had built to a feverish peak. She needed to feel Jack inside her, now.

And so she did.

Jack pulled her hips back and slipped himself into her dripping core from behind. Violet cried out in ecstasy, relishing the familiar fullness. She rocked back against him. Jack gripped her hips tight, pulling her onto him again and again, setting a deep rhythm. The …