Hot yoga

She swallows hard at Max's suggestion. The thought of being naked in a room full of strangers is daunting, but she knows that's part of the thrill she's seeking. She nods, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "Okay, let's start with that. It's... it's a bit more my speed," she admits with a shy smile, kissing Max back.

She gasps as Max pulls her dress off in one smooth move, his head diving on to her breasts as she works on getting his pants off. His lips wrap around her hard nipple, sucking and gently nibbling as Mea's efforts releases his strained cock. Her finger wraps around his cock, stroking intently as they each picture the adventure that awaits them. Writhing around, Mea playfully gets on top before going down on her husband.

She looks up into his eyes as she kisses his wet tip. "You're sure you'll be able to handle it when I'm doing this with someone else?" She asks bluntly, following it with a long lick up his shaft and taking his length into her mouth.

His fingers tighten in her hair as she takes him deeper, the warmth of her mouth making his hips buck instinctively. "Fuck, baby," he groans, watching her lips stretch around him with dark hunger. "Watching you like this...it drives me wild." He guides her head with gentle pressure, savoring the wet heat before pulling her up for a bruising kiss. "I want to see you unleashed here"

She moans into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue as her hands roam his chest. Breaking the kiss, she nips his jawline with playful teeth. "You say that now," she teases breathlessly, "but what if I like his cock more?" Her fingers trace the veins along his shaft, squeezing just enough to make him hiss.

"You'll always come back to my cock, baby," he growls with a feral grin, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. Her panties slide aside with a snap of elastic, his cockhead dragging through her slick folds before pressing insistently against her entrance. "Feel how fucking perfect we fit?"

Her back arches off the bed as he sinks into her, a cry caught between pleasure and defiance. "Mmm, proving your point already?" she taunts, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. The stretch burns deliciously just like their first time but now her fingers dig into his shoulders, daring him to claim her harder. The slap of skin echoes through their suite as Max drives into her with possessive thrusts, both of them chasing that edge between pleasure and pain.

His hands cage her head as he fucks her into the mattress, their moans tangled together. "Come for me," he demands against her lips, feeling her walls flutter around him. He pulls back abruptly, lifting her legs onto his shoulders with a grunt. The new angle punches breathless cries from her throat as he pistons into her, his mouth latching onto her toes. Her orgasm hits like lightning, back arched, toes curling against his tongue and he follows seconds later, pulling out to paint her stomach with thick ropes of cum.

They collapse and embrace for a moment, before Mea breaks the silence. "Don't we have yoga starting soon?" They both chuckle and lazily pull themselves upto head to the shower.

Do they make the yoga session or is there a change of plans?