It was a hot summer afternoon when I first met her in the local yoga studio. She had a sleek ponytail haircut, her hair cascading down in a shiny black waterfall, and was wearing tight yoga pants that accentuated her firm ass. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her as we moved through the poses, my gaze drawn to her like a magnet.
During the break, I approached her, striking up a conversation about our shared love for yoga. Her name was Isabella, a 25-year-old graphic designer with a radiant smile and sparkling green eyes. We exchanged numbers, promising to meet again for a private yoga session.
A few days later, I found myself in her spacious apartment, the smell of incense and burning candles filling the air. She was already waiting for me in the living room, topless, her perfect breasts on display. My cock instantly hardened at the sight of her, my mind filled with dirty thoughts.
We started with some basic poses, our bodies moving in sync as we breathed deeply. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her nipples hardening under my gaze. I reached out, my hand brushing against her breast, feeling her heart racing beneath my fingers. She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire, and leaned in for a kiss.
Our tongues danced as we explored each other’s bodies, our hands wandering to sensitive areas. I nibbled on her earlobe, my fingers tracing circles around her nipples, eliciting soft moans from her lips. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, her need for me growing stronger.
I moved down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting gently, causing her to gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my face, her hands clutching my hair.
I moved further down, kissing her stomach, her hips, and her thighs. I could feel her wetness through the fabric of her yoga pants, her desire for me evident. I hooked my fingers under the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing her dripping pussy.
I leaned in, inhaling her scent, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet, like honey, her juices flowing freely. I licked and sucked, my fingers exploring her folds, her clit swelling under my touch. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking as she rode my face, her orgasm building.
I could feel her muscles tightening, her breathing becoming erratic. She cried out, her body shaking as she came, her juices flowing onto my tongue. I lapped it up greedily, savoring her taste, my cock throbbing with need.
She pulled me up, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. She reached down, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly. I moaned, my head falling back as she worked her magic.
She pushed me down onto the floor, straddling me, her pussy hovering over my cock. She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire, before lowering herself onto me. I groaned as I entered her, feeling her tight walls gripping me.
She rode me hard, her hips moving in rhythm with mine. I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, my hips thrusting upwards. We moved together, our bodies becoming one, our moans and gasps filling the room.
I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I grabbed her hips, thrusting deeper, harder. She cried out, her pussy clenching around me as she came, triggering my own orgasm. I filled her up, my cum mixing with her juices, our bodies trembling with pleasure.
We collapsed onto the floor, our bodies spent, our breaths heavy. We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, our hearts beating in sync. It was a passionate yoga session that I would never forget.
