Biting my lip to hold back a moan, he pushes against me harder.
My breasts hurt from being pressed against the floor, and my outstretched arms slide another inch in front of me.
I feel him against my ass as he kneels behind me. His fingers bruise my hip as his right-hand pushes my back, forcing my head lower.
I feel the stinging pain of him stretching me. My nipples tighten, and my pussy gushes at the way he manipulates my body.
“You’re getting better at this,” he says, moving.
I get up from child’s pose and gather my yoga mat.
