Yoni Training

Daya Knight tidies the studio after her first shift. Kira Noir steps in with a casual smile. Kira asks how the day felt. “Three men, all easy,” Daya says. Kira tilts her head. “Did they give you yoni training yet?” Daya shakes her head. Kira offers to run through the basics right now. Delighted, Daya slips off her clothes and lies down. Kira’s palms warm Daya’s back, then slide to the curve of her ass. Daya props up on her elbows. “Is that part of it?” Kira nods. “Tension settles here. Don’t leave it.” She steps off the table and strips, stretching out on her back with her legs spread wide. “Start on my calves,” Kira says. Daya follows the instructions exactly. Knees, inner thighs, the soft skin bordering Kira’s lips. She circles before her thumb parts them. A single finger slips inside, hot and slick. Daya pumps slowly until Kira’s hips rise and her breath fractures into a moan that cracks the quiet room. Kira recovers and turns Daya onto her back, returning every touch with precise, teasing pressure until Daya shudders repeatedly, the last climax rolling through her in warm waves. “You won’t forget any of this,” Kira whispers.