Trading his wife’s body for a higher position at the office.

Emma froze, her breath catching in her throat. “More?” he asked. Indian porn She told herself yes—yoga teachers were hands-on. Her long auburn hair cascaded in waves down her back, often tied into a ponytail for practicality. Only six students attended, giving Marcus more opportunity. In downward dog, he pressed his body fully against hers, his erection thrusting against her ass. Her breasts were small and perky, barely filling an A-cup bra, topped with sensitive pink nipples that responded to the slightest breeze. He flipped her to doggy, entering roughly. Boys her age flirted clumsily, but Emma had never gone beyond a chaste kiss. “Lift your hips,” he said, his middle finger pressing on her clit, rubbing in small circles. “Glad you’re back, Emma.”
They began with hip openers, poses that left her feeling vulnerable.