Hands in front, I squat down. Transitioning to cobra pose, legs straight back, I rise onto my palms.
Grogoth’s hand has disappeared into his briefs, slowly jerking himself as he surveys my body. Catchingmy eye, he grins that sexy, ornery grin that sends liquid heat pooling in my core, and winks. My leggings instantly become damp. He takes a sharp inhale, sending even more arousal flooding my leggings.
I squeeze my eyes closed as he circles behind me. I sense him step to either side of my legs and fall to one knee. A heavy, confident hand lands on my ass with a firm smack, grabbing a chunk of my rear after the sting. I choose that moment to raise my butt, arms straight forward, knees and calves flat. The transition plants my ass against his literally rock-hard erection. His knuckles glide up my thigh, the ghost of a touch as they graze the throbbing source of my need and tease me with a gentle rubbing motion.
“What’s this one called?”
“Extended puppy pose—ooh,” I whimper, narrowly catching myself in time to maintain breathing. His cock, free of its bindings, rubs firmly through my seam, slick precum adding to the wet spot that’s already there.
Somewhat accidentally, I press back. He retreats, allowing me to lower my bottom to meet the heels of my feet.
“This is child’s pose,” I tell him.
He grunts in acknowledgment. He runs his thick cock along my seam as he grips my hips, then continues up my back with his weeping cock like he is spelling out his name in pre-cum.
It's all I can do to remain in position, hoping he’ll stop with the games and fuck me full already. It’s the most excruciating round of foreplay I've ever entered, and like a fool, I’d instigated it willingly.
“You’re not giving in already, little bird.”
Goddess, but I want to! Stubborn, I pretend it’s not true by moving on before he retreats. I rise into cat and cow, then less gracefully flip onto my back. Starting with my hands around my feet, I do a happy baby pose. Meeting his thunderous gaze, I pull my legs back ever-so-slowly until my body is a big V, heels aligned with shoulders.
Grogoth positions his knees around my head, marble-stiff cock wiping its clear fluids on my face as he leans forward, tracing fingernails up and down my spread legs. Every breath I take is full of his masculine musk, the smell of sex and old stone triggering my magic to flux in my bloodstream. He rocks back on his haunches and plays with my nipples through the sports bra until they harden, protruding as though they might escape right through the soft cotton.
I lower my legs and twist to the left, then right, then rise into a bridge, all the while watching him slowly tug his erection. It’s smaller than some of the cocks I saw on him last night, closer to the one I deepthroated with only a little difficulty.
The memory of his two much larger cocks miraculously filling me, massaging my perineum and basically rearranging my guts, makes the space between my thighs a swamp. His cocks could bloat to the size of a blimp and I would still try to cram them inside.
I rise and begin the flow again, spreading my legs wide and folding forward on my elbows. Grogoth thrusts through the slick fabric before falling to his knees with a gutteral sound. He sucks the fabric into his mouth, hard. The next thing I know, the fabric is ripped apart. His tongue glides in agonizing paths up my thigh and overmy bare pussy, one side at a time, in slow, unhurried motions.
Through heavy lids, I watch him palm himself while he eats me out, his tongue now traveling from the tippy top of my swollen clit to the tight ring of my sphincter. It is with great, great discipline that I force my body to move to the next position, closing my legs into downward dog. My sopping wet labia blossoms open to the tepid air as I lift my left leg into the split, his firm but gentle hand following my movements with painfully soft touches.
Grogoth leans into the stretch with me, his cock like a scalding fire in the spot between my legs. I’m so wet and his cock is steadily leaking now, ready to plunge inside. He slides around sloppily, sometimes slipping into the space where my thigh meets my pussy. The whole exposed area is slick and the sound of our mutual torture makes it all the more erotic.
My legs shake. My whole body feels alive. Nails trace my right leg as it goes up, his cock nestling in the new groove. I lower into the modified downward dog, forearms on the ground and on my tippy toes. This brings my booty up and he grabs it, growling as he nuzzles and licks me even when I transfer into pyramid pose.
When I drop into garland pose, Grogoth cinches my hair tightly at the back of my neck. He holds my head utterly still as he slides over my lips from the side, the tip tracing a line of precum on my cheek.
“Open.”
A shudder quivers through me as his stiff length pushes down my tongue and makes my cheek bulge. Squaring his stance in front of me, he slides to theback of my throat and holds himself there. I breathe out of my nose, acutely aware of my bare pussy being caressed with cold air.
A strangled grunt is all the warning I receive as a heavy stream of cum gushes to the back of my throat, straight down my surprised gullet. As though he’d been surprised as well, Grogoth steps back, ropes of thick white cum spraying my face, neck, and chest.
I moan, my pussy now aching something fierce. It clenches and clenches around nothing, like it would take no more than a feather for my orgasm to take hold.
His gaze roams as he admires the mess he’s made on me, the load on my face and chest a sticky promise. I walk my hands forward, legs straight back, torso upright in a low cobra.
Snap.
I’m coming to love that sound. A whimper escapes as he pushes my cheeks together and slides a fresh, smooth cock through the seam of my ass. He grabs handfuls of my lower butt cheeks and jiggles them around his cockhead pillowed in between. I can’t help but giggle.
But then he dips his finger into my sopping cunt and spreads my juices on the bottom of his cock so it slides through my butt crack with ease. My head droops and I linger in the pose for a moment, overcome with the prickly heat growing from all this foreplay.
“Continue,” Grogoth orders.
Reluctantly, I obey, taking a breath and moving into an extended puppy pose. As I tilt my hips and push my booty backward, I discover he’d lined up perfectly in preparation. The barest breadth of his cock head kissesmy sopping cunt, not sliding inside but meeting no resistance from my eager pussy.
I dare not whimper. When I lower my bum into child’s pose, Grogoth moves with me seamlessly, hands resting lightly on my sides. His cock breaches me by an inch. Once I’m in position, he thrusts shallowly, the bulb of his cock beginning to pave his way inside. I can tell it’s still not his largest size, but the rounded tip massages my slick folds in a way that has me seeing stars.
