Yoga Girlfriends

Every morning, Jenna and Piper roll out their mats together. The air shifts when they move through their poses. Glances flicker between them, hot and quick, catching on bare thighs and soft skin. Piper misses a step. She winces. Jenna stops, drops to her knees beside her, asks what’s wrong. Piper mutters about a rough week, the usual self-loathing creeping back in. The words sit heavy between them until Jenna decides the only fix that works for her: she leans in and covers Piper’s mouth with her own. The kiss is slow at first, then deeper, and Piper’s frown melts into something hungry. Jenna trails her lips down, opens wide, and takes all of Piper’s slick, tiny cunt in her warm mouth. Piper’s moan breaks the morning quiet. She reaches for Jenna, fingers sliding over full tits, drawing them together. Jenna rocks her hips as she works her tongue, perfect curves catching the light, breasts rising with every sharp breath. When she finally comes, the force of it pushes through her and straight into Piper, turning every sigh and tremor into a shared, filthy rhythm. The mats end up forgotten as they fuck through the last of the tension and ride out the wave, bodies locked in slick, post-yoga bliss.