Brat on the Run - Part 3

So here's the juicy shit. Deborah's hairdresser throws Morty under the bus about his little affair. She bolts straight to her guru, heart pounding, nerves shot. The sneaky bastard smiles because he knows a desperate woman when he sees one. She tells him everything in that raw, shaky voice. He moves in slow, takes her chin in his hand, tilts her face up, and kisses her hard. She moans straight into his mouth and he takes that as the green light. Clothes hit the floor fast. He spreads her on the mat, fingers digging into her ass as he lines up. He pushes inside her deep, hits that spot that makes her eyes roll. They fuck rough and messy. Her nails claw his back when he pulls her legs over his shoulders, pounding her till she screams. She comes first, pussy clenching around him. He keeps going, chasing his own nut, finally emptying inside her with a low grunt. Afterward she's a tangled mess, cum leaking down her thigh. The guru lights a cigarette like he just wrapped up yoga class.