Yoga Massage Combo

Yoga teacher Lyra Law guides Adriana through a lunge when the client suddenly winces like she pulled something. Adriana drops to the mat and Lyra, moonlighting as a masseuse, offers an impromptu rub-down. Slick hands glide up the inner thigh, pressing hard into the hip crease until the knot starts to melt. Lyra grins and asks if the sports bra needs to go. Off it flies, skin meeting oil beneath practiced fingers that work neck and collarbone, then higher along the tender spot near the shoulder. A quick flip onto her stomach and Lyra pulls Adriana’s shorts low, baring the round curve of her glutes. Kneading deeper, palms edge right up to the tender seam of her pussy, sliding back and forth, testing how far consent goes. When the client moans encouragement, Lyra takes liberties—one finger slips inside while her tongue traces slow, warm circles over the puckered little hole. Adriana arches, closer, breath shaky. She rolls onto her back, legs open. Lyra lowers her face and licks steady, insistent strokes until Adriana’s clit throbs and she clamps thighs around the instructor’s ears, riding the orgasm through the mat. Naked now, Lyra straddles the client, breasts pressed to Adriana’s greedy mouth. Fingers find Lyra’s slick center, two curling inside, pumping until her legs lock, a harsh moan ripping free. She comes down still hungry, reburying her tongue between Adriana’s thighs; the second orgasm hits like a flash flood, spraying down Lyra’s chin and soaking the mat. They rise to their knees, pelvises sliding slick against one another. Friction teases Adriana into another wet burst, the hot splash coating Lyra just as the instructor tips over the edge and cries out.