Downward Temptation

Ophelia shows up nervous, mat tucked under her arm, ready for her first private session. Blake and Romi are already waiting in tight leggings and thin sports bras. Blake is tall and blonde with breasts that stretch the fabric; Romi is the dark-haired one, curvy and confident, the kind of woman who knows what she wants and takes it. They trade glances as Ophelia slips off her shoes and unrolls her mat. They guide her into child’s pose first, palms pressed, hips back. Blake’s hands rest on her lower back, guiding, then sliding lower. Romi moves in front, knees spread so Ophelia can see the damp spot already forming between her thighs. The stretch tightens. Ophelia feels her breath catch. Next comes downward dog. Romi steps behind her, palms on Ophelia’s hips, pulling them higher. Blake crouches, mouth close to her ear, murmuring how flexible she looks. Ophelia’s arms shake. Blake’s hand cups one heavy breast through the thin top and squeezes, thumb brushing the nipple until it peaks. Romi tugs the leggings down just far enough to bare smooth skin and the curve of her ass. They ease her onto her back for bridge pose. Romi straddles her face while Blake peels the rest of the clothing away. Ophelia tastes salt and heat as Romi lowers onto her mouth. Blake spreads her thighs wider and slides two fingers inside her, slow, curling. The redhead’s moans vibrate against Romi’s cunt; every curl of Blake’s fingers drags another gasp free. Romi leans forward, palms on the mat, and starts to ride Ophelia’s tongue in earnest. Blake adds a third finger, thumb circling her clit in tight strokes. Ophelia’s legs tremble. She arches, coming hard, wetness soaking Blake’s hand. Romi follows seconds later, thighs shaking, grinding down until the tremors fade. They don’t give her time to recover. Blake swaps places, straddling Ophelia’s mouth while Romi pushes two slick fingers into her from behind. Ophelia licks and sucks, drunk on the taste, until Blake comes with a low, guttural sound. Romi keeps working her open, relentless, until a second orgasm rips through her and leaves her limp on the mat. Three bodies glisten under the studio lights. The mat is damp. Ophelia’s chest rises and falls in short bursts. Blake and Romi exchange a satisfied smile, already planning the next lesson.