Sexy Yoga Instructor: A Lesbian Good Time

My sexy yoga instructor made me feel like a total slut.

Every time I saw my sexy yoga instructor, my pussy would drip. I loved going to her classes and watching her flex. It made me want the same amount of flexibility in my life, right? I mean, who doesn’t want to put their head between their own legs?

So I joined her intermediate lesbian- I mean, yoga class. Even though I confess I was a bit bored with the actual workouts, her tight pants and sports bras kept me very focused. I’m glad I’m not a guy. If so, I would have had a constant hard-on in that class.

One day, my sexy yoga instructor asked to speak with me.

“Mind helping me carry these mats to my car?” she asked. Of course, I offered to help her. She and I carried the cleaned yoga mats out of the gym, and she gave me a smile. “You know, you’re very advanced. I could show you a thing or two.”

Well, I wasn’t about to pass that up. I gave her a grin as we put the yoga mats in the back of her hatchback. Almost as quickly as dropping them off, she pushed me onto them, straddling me. Our lips crashed together, and I let my hands slide up her back. I was glad I wasn’t the only one getting hot and bothered in her yoga classes.

Still sweaty, I lifted up her sports bra and moved to suck on her nipples. I felt her groan as she freed the other, throwing the bra somewhere toward the front of the car. After a few minutes of me suckling and rolling her nipples around at my fingertips, my sexy yoga instructor shuddered and began to take off my pants, pushing me deeper into the SUV.

“You’ll fit, don’t worry,” she explained as she folded my knees near my head. It was an almost happy baby pose, but far more cramped. After a moment, she stepped in over me, just as naked as I was.

And then, she shut the trunk, making sure we weren’t visible from the outside.

My pussy, already wet, dripped a little more as she adjusted me, into a bridge pose, pussy up in the air. She then swung her leg over in the tiny car and straddled me, her foot next to my face.

Before she started, my sexy yoga instructor caught my eye. Of course, I gave her a nod. Hell, anything she wanted to do, I would do. That’s the sort of power she had over me.

But instead of something sweet, like gentle clitoral stimulation through scissoring, she reached across the car and pulled out a double-ended dildo, stuffing it into herself. As I watched it enter her pussy, I realized it was then going straight for me.

Both my body and my pussy got a workout that day from my sexy yoga instructor! My body with the more advanced poses, and my pussy, from being piledriven!

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