In the heart of Mumbai, a beautiful Indian woman named Priya lived. She was a yoga instructor, known for her flawless flexibility and radiant beauty. Her students admired her toned figure, accentuated by the tight yoga pants she wore during classes.
One day, a handsome stranger named Ravi joined the class. Mesmerized by Priya’s grace, he approached her after the session.
“I’ve never seen such incredible flexibility,” Ravi complimented, eyes sparkling.
Priya smiled, “Thank you, Ravi. Yoga has changed my life.”
An idea formed in Ravi’s mind. “Would you teach me some advanced poses? I’d love to learn from you.”
Priya agreed, and they arranged to meet at her studio after hours.
As Ravi arrived, he found Priya in a form-fitting yoga outfit, her hair tied in a neat bun. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation.
They started with the ‘Eagle’ position, and Ravi struggled to balance. Priya’s hands rested on his hips for support, sending tingles down his spine.
“Relax, Ravi. Focus on your breath,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
Her words and proximity aroused him. He glanced at her, and their eyes met, filled with desire.
Without a word, Priya leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Their tongues danced, fueling their passion. Ravi’s hands wandered to her firm buttocks, pulling her closer.
Priya broke the kiss, “Let’s continue this inside.”
In the privacy of the studio, they began to undress. Priya, now in her lacy lingerie, led Ravi to a mat.
“Lie down,” she commanded, straddling him. Her hands explored his chest, teasing his nipples. Ravi groaned, gripping her thighs.
Priya leaned down, her hair cascading around them, and resumed their kiss. Ravi’s hands traveled up her back, unhooking her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and he eagerly took a nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm, yes, Ravi,” Priya moaned, rocking her hips against him.
Ravi, now hard, flipped her over. He trailed kisses down her body, pausing at her yoga pants. He inhaled her scent before pulling them down, revealing her glistening pussy.
He dove in, licking her clit. Priya’s moans filled the room as she arched her back. Ravi slipped a finger inside her, then two, preparing her for what was to come.
Priya, trembling with pleasure, pulled him up, “I want to feel you inside me.”
Ravi entered her slowly, savoring the warmth. They moved together, building a rhythm.
“Harder, Ravi,” Priya urged, her nails digging into his back.
He obliged, thrusting deeper. Their moans echoed through the studio as they reached their climax. Ravi pulled out, cumming on Priya’s face.
Breathless, they lay together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
