Yoga Instructor Shows Off her Flexibility While Getting Facefuck of a Lifetime

“Flexibility: The Key to Ecstasy”

As the sunlight streamed through the yoga studio’s large windows, illuminating the clean white floor mats, a stunning blonde with a mischievous glint in her eye made her way towards the center of the room. forged in yoga teachings, her name was Sally, and she was known far and wide for her impressive flexibility, a claim to fame that had served her well in her alternative profession. Today, she was feeling especially expansive, and eager to showcase her skills to her favorite client, a burly, rugged man named Jack.

Sally took her time getting into position, stretching her lithe, whiplike limbs in ways that defied human possibility. Her yoga-robustened muscles rippled beneath her smooth, glistening skin, as she bent, twisted and entwined herself in a series of complex poses with fluidity and ease. Jack watched, his droll expression of cool disinterest slowly melting away to one of slack-jawed astonishment and barely suppressed lust.

Finally, Sally tossed Jack a sultry smile and beckoned him over, crooking a delicate finger. He rose from his usual spot on the window sill, his body tense with anticipation. With a sensual sway to her hips, Sally led him into the center of the massive mat laid out in the middle of the grand room. She turned to face him, her azure eyes smoldering.

“Today, handsome,” she murmured, “I have a specialoga routine, just for you. Are you ready to take your ecstasy to new heights?”

Jack, now rock hard and already leaking precome through the mesh of his workout shorts, could only nod dumbly in response. The temptress smiled knowingly and led him through a series of escalating positions, starting with the classic downward dog, then moving into the warrior series, giggling as Jack grunted and moaned behind her, his large, virile cock twitching against the fabric of his shorts with each thrust and willing.

Sally’s ass flexed and rippled in the cheetah print yoga pants she’d worn especially for this session, as her supple legs drew up into a perfect lotus pose mid-spit roast, with her eyes half-shut in rapture. She ground her floral scented cunt against his aggressive pubic bone, feeling it strain against the confines of the snug panties she wore under the skintight pants, frustratingly unable to lose themselves in the throes of the smashing friction.

But Sally was not done with this pliant pleasure golem yet. With a wet and slidey squelch, she disentangled herself from his now sopping wet shorts and flipped them over onto their backs. Stretching up like a whip, she pinned his arms above his head with her own muscular thighs. Bringing her petite, perky breasts ever closer to his quivering mouth, she allowed the flimsy fabric of her sports bra to graze his lips as she spoke.

“I hope you don’t mind, stud, but this workout is going a bit differently today,” she purred, tasting her salty arousal on his lips. “Do you mind giving it your all?”

Jack could only gulp and nod as Sally once again, manipulated their bodies into yet another impossible position. This time she lowered her backlit angel, cumming in copious bursts, dangling just outside the window and out over the edge of the building. Making sure he could both feel the authoritative weight of her body hovering over his and smell the lingering scent of her most personal scent with each unsteady breath, she gripped his cock with both delicate hands and stroked with a maddeningly slow deliberate pace.

As his girthy cock throbbed at ever-faster intervals between her stroking fingers, Jack was powerless to do anything but place himself utterly in response to Sally’s practiced dancelike movements and breathy commands. She wished his tribute cum into her waiting mouth to swallow it, a deep gurgling swallow for each load. Her mouth Hiccuped and whorl shaped as she cumulates; his come thick and sticky like yogurt, bridging the gap between each load with her dexterous tongue, shaking and swaying in a low drawl of guttural gris gris.

“Finish up, sugar,” Sally cooed, as she wrapped her plush lips around a final, reluctant jet of seed. “Mind you listen. One day, we’ll do this from the outside of the window, and you’ll have to trust your Nonetheless we got ourselves gingerbread body and your excellent adherence, to keep you from falling screaming down to the bottom of the building.”

Jack could only whimper and come again, a new forceful wave of chilled, sweaty come, at her supernaturally laden words. Sally chuckled as she put both fists to the underside of his drizzling cock, keeping him largo, and used her grip to slowly and ineffectually turn him over onto his belly, which was his words, almost awkwardly propelled by her ministrations, crawling over to the edge of the vast and terribly tall yoga mat, spreading his legs, and hanging his sizable, wet cock over the lip of the building’s rooftop.

Jack watched, helplessness replaced with a new thrill, as the blonde goddess clicked an intricate hank of have pretzeled herself into a reasonable facsimile of an avalanche, now, with a hard loving and a fold of their helper force, she met his eyes and uttered her final words:

“Ready when you are, brother from another mother.”

Sally used the taught strain of Jack’s now twitching, purple cock as a convenient pull-up bar, lifting herself off the practice mat, holding herself in what appeared to be a rather precarious Lotus sitting position on the outside of the building. Jack lined his cock up with her cushioned, shifting, pink gate to her heaven, and with a mighty, intuitive thrust, he drizzled into her again, taking his pleasure for one last ride.

And then, as one pivot, the both broke free, collapsing onto the soft blanket of their red muscle, shapely colleague, fashioned by their practice and draping over his body as they both lay in a soft becoming one, still wedged between the wall and the doorway of the windowsill they had started from, both utterly out of breath and covered in sweat and lasting appply.

Sally and Jack know that they have to be cautious and hide their antics from the rest of the yoga community but they both get so much sexual pleasure from risking it that they don’t plan on stopping anytime soon