Becky California

Becky had him on the yoga mat, guiding his hips through slow, deep stretches. “Relax your hips… follow me. Yes… slowly. A little more down. It has to hurt a little bit.” She moved his legs wider, pushed his pelvis, and demonstrated every position with her own body. The stretches started innocent enough, but her hands kept lingering, pressing against his inner thighs and the growing bulge in his shorts. “This is so you can fuck the girls better,” she said with a smirk. “See how your girlfriend will ride you… really hard like this.” She climbed on top of him in a deep straddle, grinding down in the exact motion she had just shown. His cock was fully hard now. Becky pulled the fabric aside, lined him up, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. “Oh my god… yes…” She rode him hard and controlled, using the same hip movements from the stretches — slow circles, deep drops, fast bounces. Every time he tried to thrust up she pinned his hips and made him stay still so she could work him exactly how she wanted. “Sometimes she goes hot… fast and hard…” She switched to reverse, then leaned forward so he could grab her ass while she kept bouncing. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the quiet room. Becky came first, shaking and clenching around his cock, then kept riding until he groaned and flooded her. She stayed on top, still slowly rolling her hips, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. “Nice student. I like it.”