Yoga Teacher

Canela Skin calls herself your personal yoga instructor, but she's too sexy to ever look like a teacher. Every time she tells you to take a deep breath your blood shoots straight down your shaft and you sprout an erection that tents the shorts. She notices, smiles with that dirty sparkle in her eyes, then says, "On your back," cool as if she just asked you to switch to child pose. You obey and she slides your shorts off like she's unwrapping dessert. Her lips land on your swollen head, sucking you in until spit runs down her chin and pools in her cleavage. When she's had a good taste she pushes you flat, climbs on, reaches under, and sinks her soaked pussy around your bare BBC in one nasty glide. Cowgirl turns into booty tremors the second she spins, taking you in reverse and making that plump ass clap. You slap both cheeks raw and drive up hard, fighting the tilt until the view has you seeing white. You flip her to all fours and spear her from behind, balls smacking, skin slapping, her deep moans filling the room. She crawls back into your lap for another ride, her slick walls squeezing from inside out. The urge hits, so you drag your dick free, jerk once, and unload fat ropes across the skin of her soft belly until it's glazed and sticky.