In a yoga class, I sought help for my sore back from the instructor. She skillfully massaged my rear, leading to a steamy session of intense pleasure.
In the absence of my spouse, I sought solace in the warm embrace of my yoga instructor. Amidst the classroom of eager learners, she indulged in a sensual massage, her strong hands exploring every contour of my body. As the session progressed, her touch became more intimate, focusing on the crevice between my thighs. The tension mounted as she assumed the position I had been craving, presenting her derriere for me to explore. With a deep, satisfying thrust, I took her with my throbbing member, eliciting moans of ecstasy from both of us. The sight of her voluptuous form, flushed with pleasure, was a testament to the intense connection we shared. As the lesson drew to a close, I withdrew, leaving her yearning for more. The memory of our passionate encounter lingered, a testament to the raw, unfiltered desire that burned within us.
