Yoga Facesitting on Shaved-Head Stud

Faint yoga mat outline under fluffy rug. Her ponytail swings as she lowers onto his mouth, thighs clamping his ears — slick lips parting, immediate gasp muffled against tongue. Slender frame dominates the kneel, hands pressing his head deeper into wetness. Switch to reverse facesit, ass cheeks framing his chin, skin slapping rhythmically. Moans rise sharp, bed cushions compressing under their roll. He grips hips, pulls harder; she bucks, ponytail whipping, yoga flexibility letting legs splay impossibly. Pounding breath syncs with wet suction sounds, building to shuddering release. Sun streams through window, lighting every quiver on her taut body.