Workout Gets Melissa Strattons Pussy Warmed Up For Cock

As the yoga session began, Melissa Strattons could already feel a familiar tingling sensation starting to stir within her loins. It wasn’t just the gentle stretches and deep breathing exercises that were getting her worked up – no, it was something else entirely. Something primal and carnal that the sensual movements only amplified.

Melissa had been practicing yoga for years now, ever since she discovered it helped alleviate some of the aches and pains that come with aging as a statuesque milf. But lately, it seemed to be having an additional effect on her too, one that went beyond mere physical relaxation. Lately, her yoga sessions left her craving more than just inner peace.

As she flowed into Downward Dog, her tight yoga pants left little to the imagination, hugging every curve of her lean, toned body. She could feel her heart rate quickening as she held the pose, her taut stomach quivering with each inhale and exhale. A trickle of sweat dripped down the small of her back, and she shivered at the sensitive sensation.

Melissa shifted into Pigeon Pose, stretching her inner thighs. She felt herself growing warmer, her panties dampening as a familiar ache began to throb between her legs. Her heavy breasts swayed with each breath, threatening to spill out of her skimpy top. She could tell her nipples were visibly erect through the thin fabric.

The more she moved, the more aroused she became, until finally her pussy was throbbing almost painfully, begging to be touched and filled. As Melissa arched back into Child’s Pose, her hands instinctively slid down her body to the apex of her thighs. She hesitated only a moment before daring to slip a finger beneath the fabric, gasping at her own wetness.

In a haze of lust, Melissa began to stroke her swollen clit, biting her lip to hold back a moan. She pumped two fingers into her hungry hole, curving them just so to hit that perfect spot inside. Her free hand slid up under her top to roughly palm her own breast, pinching and pulling at the stiff peak.

Lost in pleasure, Melissa didn’t notice her fingers faltering on the remote control peeking out from under the yoga mat. With a click, the TV sprang to life, the sound blasting out. “Let’s practice your form…mmm, that’s it, nice and deep…” The erotic yoga video flooded the room with the sounds of moaning and the slap of skin on skin.

A thrill shot through Melissa at the filthy display. Her fingers moved faster as she watched the women on screen pantomime incredibly suggestive yoga poses. One woman had her ass in the air, a man’s cock plunged deep inside her. Another was bent over in a stretch, her cheeks spread to reveal her puckered hole.

Melissa plunged three fingers into her aching cunt, pistoning them in and out. Her other hand yanked at her clothes until her entire upper body was free, heavy tits bouncing as she frantically massaged her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, pussy clenching and fluttering around her fingers, drenched with her own arousal.

“Mmm, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Melissa heard the woman on TV moan and it sent her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed almost violently as she came, squirting herself with her own juices. “Oh god oh fuck oh shit yes!” she cried out, bears lost in the heady sensations of release.

Panting, Melissa slid bonelessly forward onto the mat, fingers still buried in her dripping cunt. She could feel the TV still playing, the moist squelch of fucking and broken moans filling the room. Glancing over, she saw the camera had zoomed in on a woman bent over a table, a man behind her pounding her from behind to the hilt.

Melissa’s pussy gave another feeble clench at the sight but she knew she was spent, at least for now. She relaxed into a gentle savasana, limbs spread wide and skin damp with sweat and arousal. As she slowly returned to herself, the sounds of the video began to fade away to a distant hum.

Sitting up, Melissa turned off the TV, sliding back into her discarded yoga gear with a satiated hum. Part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, she should start taking a different kind of yoga class. But one thing was for sure – it had been a hell of a workout!

As Melissa took a deep breath to center herself, she was already anticipating what tomorrow’s session might have in store. And she couldn’t wait to find out. The yoga studio certainly gave new meaning to the phrase, “working out the kinks”.