Downward Facing Tiffany

Tiffany Watson moves through her class like she was made for it—young, lithe, her body tight in all the right places. She guides every stretch with quiet authority, blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she bends forward. By the time the mats are out and the lights are low, her instructions have shifted. She drops to her knees and takes him into her mouth, working him deep and wet until her lips meet her hand. Later, she folds into downward dog, ass lifted, and he drives into her from behind, the rhythm hard and steady. When she stretches her legs, soles flexing, she wraps her feet around him and strokes until he spills across her skin, warm and heavy.