My Yoga Instructor's Huge Cock Claims My Virgin Ass
Emma's hot yoga instructor stretches and claims her virgin ass on the studio mat.
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Emma had been coming to the private evening yoga sessions for six weeks now, telling herself it was for flexibility and stress relief. The real reason was Marcus.
The studio was a converted warehouse loft downtown, all exposed brick and low golden lighting. At 7:30 p.m. every Tuesday and Thursday it was just the two of them. Marcus was twenty-eight, six-three, carved from muscle and sun-browned skin. He never wore a shirt during their sessions anymore. Sweat would roll down the deep grooves of his abs and disappear into the waistband of those obscenely tight black compression shorts that did nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his cock.
Emma was nineteen, a sophomore with a tight runner’s body, perky B-cups, and an ass she had always considered small until Marcus started adjusting her in downward dog. His big hands would grip her hips, thumbs pressing just inside the waistband of her tiny yoga shorts, and she would feel that fat bulge brush against the back of her thigh. By the end of every class her virgin asshole would be twitching and clenching with a need she didn’t understand.
Tonight the heat in the studio was turned up higher than usual. Sweat poured off both of them. Marcus had her in a deep pigeon stretch, her right leg folded under her while the left stretched back. He knelt behind her, one palm flat on her lower back, the other sliding slowly up her hamstring.
“Deeper, Emma. Open those hips for me.”
His voice was low, rough. She pushed back and felt the unmistakable press of his hardening cock against her left ass cheek. It was huge. She couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped her throat.
Marcus noticed.
When the session ended she stayed on all fours, panting, staring shamelessly at the massive tent in his shorts. The fabric was stretched so tight she could see the flared shape of his cockhead and the thick ridge of his shaft. A dark wet spot had formed where he was leaking.
“Emma,” he said, voice calm but edged with hunger. “You’ve been staring at my dick for weeks. You want to feel it?”