Heated Training

Romy and Freya move through their yoga flow in a sunlit studio. Their bodies stay close, closer than the poses require. Romy lowers herself to the mat and pulls Freya with her. The blonde climbs on top. Their mouths meet, soft at first, then hungry. Clothes slip aside—tank tops, yoga pants, the thin barriers falling to the floor. Freya’s tongue finds Romy’s cunt. She licks slow, savoring the taste. Romy spreads wider. Her hips lift, rolling with each stroke of Freya’s mouth. Two fingers slip inside Romy, curling and stroking the spot that makes her gasp. Romy’s hand searches for Freya’s heat, finds it, presses. Freya moans into Romy’s skin, legs parting without thought. They shift. Romy on her knees now, mouth on Freya, sucking her clit while she slips two fingers in and out, slick and steady. Freya’s thighs shake. She grabs Romy’s hair, holds her there, gasps once, then again. The studio echoes with wet sounds and breathing turned ragged.