My Yoga Friend

Cali Carter is trying to teach Gina Valentina some yoga poses, but Gina's brain has checked out. Her eyes are glued to Cali's ass. When Cali suggests they stand back to back, Gina practically jumps into place. Their butts press together and Gina grins like she's won the lottery. Class ends and Cali starts packing up, but Gina isn't finished with her. She spins Cali around and lays hands on her shoulders. Cali freezes up until Gina reminds her she's a professional masseuse. Cali eases up, remembers she's in good hands, and figures one massage never hurt anybody. Then Gina mentions the clothes have to go. When Cali stalls, Gina lays it out—no sense in soaking the yoga wear with oil, and it's just two girls. Nothing weird. Gina turns away so Cali can strip, but peeks anyway because she's been waiting for this all day. With Cali naked, Gina starts on the legs and shoulders. Long slow strokes turn slick and easy. Then she peels the towel off that perfect ass, slicks her palms, and dives in. Cali's tense for a beat, but the longer Gina rubs, the quieter her brain gets. When Gina tells her to roll over, Cali flips without a word. She's too worked up to pretend anymore.