Yoga mami
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He told me it wouldn’t hurt. Jesus lied to me. His eleven-inch pummeled my sweet pussy but it was worth it. Jesus was my mother’s and I yoga instructor. While he was teaching my mom asana, sun salute and downward dog, he was sizing my pretty ass up. Jesus was a beautiful Puerto Rican daddy, who had the whole class swarming, like bees to honey. He was six foot and two hundred pounds in stature. His dark wavy hair and mysterious eyes were a turn on. The first day my mom and I walked into the Biltmore Club and registered for his class, we heard he was a cutie. That was two months ago.Loren Maxwell seemed to be his favorite conquest and she made sure everyone knew it. Loren was all over him; whining when she could not bend her body correctly. She was an anorexic, too-much-makeup-wearing whore. Those toothpick legs would open for anyone who was breathing. As soon as he said “Good evening Ladies” he had everyone’s attention. He definitely held mine. My mom was no exception. I saw her eyes as he walked by, her lingering looks as he helped her with her poses. She was putting on; she had been doing yoga for three years now. She was lonely and wanting this young, sweaty man’s hands all over her.I, on the other hand, had a dancer’s body. I was eighteen, hot, and ready for some dick action. My jet black hair and big doe eyes had ...
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He told me it wouldn’t hurt. Jesus lied to me. His eleven-inch pummeled my sweet pussy but it was worth it. Jesus was my mother’s and I yoga instructor. While he was teaching my mom asana, sun salute and downward dog, he was sizing my pretty ass up. Jesus was a beautiful Puerto Rican daddy, who had the whole class swarming, like bees to honey. He was six foot and two hundred pounds in stature. His dark wavy hair and mysterious eyes were a turn on. The first day my mom and I walked into the Biltmore Club and registered for his class, we heard he was a cutie. That was two months ago.Loren Maxwell seemed to be his favorite conquest and she made sure everyone knew it. Loren was all over him; whining when she could not bend her body correctly. She was an anorexic, too-much-makeup-wearing whore. Those toothpick legs would open for anyone who was breathing. As soon as he said “Good evening Ladies” he had everyone’s attention. He definitely held mine. My mom was no exception. I saw her eyes as he walked by, her lingering looks as he helped her with her poses. She was putting on; she had been doing yoga for three years now. She was lonely and wanting this young, sweaty man’s hands all over her.I, on the other hand, had a dancer’s body. I was eighteen, hot, and ready for some dick action. My jet black hair and big doe eyes had ...
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