After my husband didn't show up for yoga class, the trainer took matters into his own hands. I was bent over when he entered me, stretching my tight asshole with his sizable member. It was a wild experience.
In a tantalizing twist, I found myself alone in my yoga class, eagerly awaiting my husband's arrival. The instructor, a muscular bodybuilder, sensed my longing and decided to fill in for my absent lover. As he guided me through stretches, his hands strayed to my curves, teasing my tight rear. The sight of his impressive member sent a thrill through me, and soon, I was bending over, eagerly welcoming his sizeable shaft into my eager rear. His skilled hands and thick cock stretched me to new heights of pleasure, leaving me gasping and craving more. The classroom echoed with our heated encounters, a testament to our shared passion. As the instructor's powerful body thrust into mine, I surrendered to the ecstasy, my body quivering with each intense climax. When my husband finally arrived, he found us entwined in a steamy dance, our bodies glistening with sweat and desire.
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