Aspen Mountain looked glorious. Conditions perfect. He admired her form, legs bent, leaning forward, driving her hips down when needed. She had really improved since they arrived. She took it effortlessly.
In their bedroom, exhausted, she fell forward, her instructor’s pole slick with cum from the ride. It wasn’t noon and this was her third effort. Her goal had been to do all black by the end of the week. Jamal had her on his by day two.
“Amazing babe,” he told her.
“Maybe another two more after lunch and try a double black tomorrow?” She asked.
“Sounds like a plan.”
