She tasted so good, her lips glistening mine with her juices, I could feel her begin to slide my pants off, raising my hips to help her. I felt her hands run up my legs slowly, teasingly until the reached my thighs, squeeze and digging her nails into them, she grips and spreads my legs, as I feel her bend forward and start to kiss my inner thigh. I never let my tongue escape her hole, as I felt her lips get closer and closer to my pussy. I raised my hips, ushering her towards my pulsating fanny.
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Yoga Instructor – Part 2
Sandy starts me off with some light stretches, getting us both warmed up. I quickly realised she’s a very hands on yoga instructor and before long starts using her hands to apply some pressure to my body as she helps me through the various exercises. Her hands would grip my muscles, my calf muscles, hamstring, quads, fairly high up, sending a shock through my body. I had never felt this kind of way when I was doing my yoga sessions with Corey. I’ve never felt this way especially with a woman touching my body. My mind was in confusion. My body was getting extremely turned on at the touch of Sandy’s hands against me. I think I must have let out a soft moan at some point.
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Yoga Instructor – Part 1
It’s Friday, my weekend off, much needed after a busy week, and the best thing about today is its Yoga day. I could do with a really good yoga session today.
I get into my usual morning routine, up and out of bed bright and early, a glass of OJ and some pancakes with maple syrup and berries. An unusual spring in my step this morning, I skip up the stairs into my bedroom, strip my clothes off, admire my body and put on my yoga pants and sports bra. I stare at the clock on my phone only to realise that I’ve still got an hour left before my Yoga instructor arrives and just like my phone new I was holding it, it started to ring, I squealed to myself and answered it.
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