Sucked By My Yoga Instructor

Johnny’s already pitched a tent when Sophia locks the door and drops to her knees. She hooks two fingers in his waistband, yanks his gym shorts down, and his thick cock springs up—veiny, flushed, bobbing in her face. She spits on it, grins, then seals her lips around the swollen head and slides down until her nose brushes his pubes. Her throat tightens, cheeks hollowing, tongue working hard at the underside. Spit trickles down his balls. Sophia pulls off just long enough to slap the wet shaft against her tongue, red hair a messy halo around her face, then dives back in, gagging herself with greedy little sounds. Johnny grips the edge of the mat, hips twitching, watching her mascara run. Every sloppy, hungry suck makes his cock jump in her mouth, and she doesn’t let up till his legs shake and the yoga studio fills with wet, filthy noises.