The lesbian yoga instructor came home from class with her thick thighs still warm and pumped. She has been having sexual fantasies of mixing yoga with erotic energy into a fusion of kink yoga flow. The moment she stepped inside she pointed at the bed and ordered her girlfriend, “Face up. Now.” As soon as the smaller woman lay down, the instructor climbed on top, swung one strong leg over her head, and locked her into a deep headscissor. She crossed her ankles and squeezed hard, those powerful yoga-toned thighs flexing and crushing around her girlfriend’s skull while the thin, stretchy green fabric of her pants stretched tight over her fat, sweaty cunt and mashed right against the trapped girl’s face. “Breathe it in, baby,” she moaned, pulsing her thighs even tighter, smothering her girlfriend’s nose and mouth in hot, musky pussy through the damp yoga pants as she slowly ground and squeezed, loving how completely her warmed-up legs owned her.
