Yoga instructor fucks me on his massage table - Sensual massage - Full-body orgasm

I guess you don't remember me telling you this massage is on the house?

I seem to remember something about that, but come on, you can't run a business by giving everything away for free, can you?

No, I guess not. But you've spent a lot of time and money coming to my yoga classes. Consider it a gift, alright?

Well, in that case, I guess I won't protest.

Good. So, I'm just gonna go ahead and step out and give you a few moments to get undressed.

You can lie down on that table under that sheet when you're ready, and then we can get started.

Yeah, sounds good.

Oh, and there's some cucumber water in that carafe if you want some.

Thanks.

There's always been something between us.

Attraction, definitely, but we've never moved beyond the subjective comments and subtle looks across the room phase.

Maybe we're both a little cautious to break that client-trainer barrier.

I think we've both just been waiting for the other one to make the move.

You started showing up to my Thursday yoga class last spring.

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