Hot Anal Yoga

Rina rolled the mat out on the hardwood and bent forward, palms flat, spine arched like a cat stretching after sleep. Sweat bloomed through the cotton between her shoulder blades. Ember watched, nails tracing the seam of her shorts before she stepped in close. Hands first. Fingers hooked beneath Rina’s waistband, tugging until cheeks parted and the tight pucker winked under studio light. Ember dropped to her knees, breath hot, tongue tracing a slow circle that made Rina’s breath hitch. She licked until the rim softened, then pressed inside with one deliberate thrust. Rina moaned and pushed back. The tease became greed. Ember stood, stripped, and guided Rina onto all fours. She slicked two fingers in her mouth and eased them into Rina’s ass, knuckles stretching the ring until Rina clawed the mat and begged for more. A third finger followed, scissoring open the snug heat while Ember’s free hand reached beneath to rub wet circles over Rina’s clit. They switched. Now Ember facedown, Rina hovering above her round cheeks. She spread them wide, licked from taint to tailbone, then pushed her tongue deep, fucking with sloppy strokes that made Ember buck. Rina switched to fingers, three slick ones driving in until Ember’s moans broke into stuttering gasps. They shifted to face each other. Knees wide, hips locked, each woman sliding her dripping cunt across the other’s swollen clit. Slick labia kissed and parted, each grind sending wet sounds through the room. Their clits throbbed together until orgasm snapped Ember’s spine into an arch; she came, slick flooding Rina’s mound. Rina followed, grinding harder, come spilling over their joined flesh. Ember turned, straddled Rina’s mouth, and sank onto her waiting tongue. At the same time she leaned forward to lick Rina’s freshly fingered hole, trading deep, hungry strokes until Rina shattered again, thighs quaking around Ember’s ears.