Yoga Class

Mia Malkova hustles into yoga class, cheeks flushed, tossing an apology at her instructor Vanessa Veracruz for showing up late. Vanessa just smirks and waves it off—no class today, babe, you didn't miss a thing. But hey, you dragged your fine self all the way from who-knows-where, and I've got the studio to myself. How about a private session? Vanessa kicks it off simple: gets Mia into downward dog, that ripe-peach ass thrust high in the air, hands planted firm down to her toes. Damn, Vanessa can't help but stare at those curves—smooth, begging to be touched. She slides her hands everywhere, tracing Mia's body like it's her personal playground. A few poses in, Mia winces—neck's killing her. Vanessa jumps in, strong hands kneading that tension away. But oil on the top? Nah, that'd be a mess. 'Let's strip it down,' Vanessa says with a wink. 'Naked yoga—trust me, it's freeing.' Mia's cool with it, flashing her perky boobs to another woman like it's no big deal. Vanessa follows suit, baring her own rack. Those hands roam Mia's back, easing into her neck... then dip low, cupping those natural tits. Yeah, Vanessa knows Mia's craving it. Kisses start soft, turning hungry—tongues dancing, breath hot. Vanessa's itching to dive in, mouth watering for Mia's soft, supple pussy lips. She laps at them slow, teasing till Mia's eyes roll back in pure bliss, body quaking through a monster orgasm. Your turn now, Vanessa purrs, spreading her legs wide like an open invitation. Mia toys with the edges of those slick lips, getting 'em dripping wet. Then she plunges fingers deep inside, stroking that heat—turning this into the hottest, most sinful yoga sesh anyone's ever twisted into.