Rub Down

Bridgette B had a brutal day grinding as a famous blogger and yoga guru, muscles tight as fuck. She needs Jason Brown's hands working their magic right now. She shoots him the message—she's not shy about what she wants from her fuckbuddy. Jason shows up like he always does. Big guy. Rippling arms, that confident smirk, those hands that know exactly where the knots are and how hard to dig them out. His fingers sink into her hips, rolling deep and slow along her glutes. Each stroke wrings the tension straight out of her. Heat builds fast. Bridgette arches back, ass pushing up into his palms, that's all the invitation he needs. Soon his shorts are on the floor, massive black cock swinging heavy and thick, already pulsing. Bridgette drops her mat and leans over the bench, legs spread, cheeks spread wider. Jason lines himself up. One hard, smooth thrust, and she takes every inch, the stretch and slickness punching a filthy moan out of her. He pounds her in quick, deep strokes, gripping her hips for leverage as his balls slap her clit with every smack. Her breath hitches, and her yoga body bends beneath him. Cum drips down her thighs, slick between them. Jason finishes buried to the hilt, muscles flexing, then pulls out, a shiny mess trailing down her opening and soaking the mat.