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She walks in, tight leggings, stressed-out eyes, asking for Kundalini. I smile: “Wrong class—this is Fuckarini Yoga.” She shrugs, says work’s been tough and her friend swore it’d help, so she stays. I scan her body, tell her the root and sacral chakras are blocked. I sit her on the mat, back straight, legs spread wide, pushing to open more. She’s straining, so I slide between her thighs, press my legs gently against hers, and guide her hips wider. She moans from the stretch—then I unzip, pull out my thick cock, and say: “Keep that back straight and lean in—suck it.” She locks eyes, wraps her lips around me, and starts blowing me deep, gagging while I keep her legs open. Damn, she’s wet fast. We move through more poses, pounding hard, sweat everywhere. By the end she’s screaming, pussy squirting all over the mat as she cums hard, totally relaxed, smiling, and asking when the next class is.