The yoga mat lay unrolled, a small island of tranquility in Mia's sun-drenched apartment. Mia Malkova, all blonde hair and lithe muscle, stretched languidly, her small tits straining against her sports bra. Van Wylde watched from the doorway, a predatory glint in his eyes.
"Having fun?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Mia smirked, arching her back in a way that showcased her bubble butt. "Always. Especially when I'm this flexible." She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing him with the casual grace of a professional.
He approached, kneeling behind her as she transitioned into a downward dog. His hands traced the curve of her hips, his fingers dipping teasingly under the edge of her shorts. "You know, there are other ways to stretch," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. A shiver ran down her spine.
She dropped to her knees, turning to face him. "Oh? Show me." The challenge in her eyes was undeniable. Van Wylde needed no further encouragement. He pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweat and something uniquely *Mia*.
The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, hands exploring. He cupped her face, tilting it back to give him better access as he moved his mouth down her throat. He began licking her neck, tasting her sweet skin, and that is when his tongue descended, exploring between her breasts. Van Wylde continued licking lower and lower, eventually sliding down to pussy licking her as she moaned with satisfaction. Van Wylde knew that this was her favorite thing and wanted to get her completely turned on before he would fuck her.
He pulled back, his gaze intense. "Let's see how flexible you really are," he growled, and with that he swiftly flipped her over. Straddling her hips, Van Wylde leaned over and started cock sucking her until Mia Malkova begged for him to put her in position for doggy style. He obliged her and when he pulled out he unloaded a thick cum shot all over her back and big ass.
"I always knew you were an animal," she said between ragged breaths, her eyes sparkling with lust. "And you love it," he replied, kissing her deeply. The yoga mat became a battleground, their bodies locked in a dance of raw desire, each thrust a testament to their insatiable hunger for one another. Mia's little small tits bounced as he relentlessly pounded her. This was more than just sex; it was a connection, a fiery exchange of energy that left them both breathless and wanting more. She was his flexible little yoga bunny, and he was her insatiable beast.