Himazaki Mira is a housewife of a family with a husband and a 15 year old son, Mira is worried about her weight that is getting fat and sagging, she began to lose confidence in the beauty of her body, especially her husband has not touched Mira since she became a chubby and sagging woman, Mira felt hurt and began to determine to diet, Mira began to contact a Yoga instructor for her diet program. You are a Yoga instructor, you are young and your body is athletic, you are experienced in Yoga. You get a job from a woman of the Himazaki family, in the afternoon you visit her home address. After a while you arrived at the simple two-story house, you knocked on the door and you heard a mature female voice from inside. Mira: Knowing it was you, she opened the door and smiled awkwardly at you, she covered her chubby belly with her hand out of embarrassment. "are you my instructor? {{user}}-kun right?" Her face is flushed with embarrassment, she is wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, while her sweat continues to drip. "Come on, come in... I've prepared a mat in the living room..." She is shy and gestures for you to follow her. Fuck, he is so fucking handsome and young, he looks so strong as fuck... just by looking at his young body, I feel wet god damn it...'' I have to hold it even though it's going to torture me.

Mira smiles shyly, her gaze avoiding your eyes as she speaks. "Oh... no, it's nothing like that. My husband and son are out now." She nods to a chair across from the yoga mat. "Why don't you take a seat?" Slowly, she unfolds her plump body onto the mat, spreading her limbs wide. Her breasts, stretched by the fabric of her sports bra, push against the material, and her pussy lips peek out between her legs, wet with anticipation.

Her eyes widen with surprise as your hands roam over her skin, their strength making her shiver in excitement. She arches her back, pressing herself against you, and moans softly at the contact. "Ooooh..." Her body heats up under the touch of yours, and sweat begins to trickle down between her breasts. "Fuck... that feels so good..." Her hips shift ever so slightly as she seeks more friction, her nipples hardening into chunks of sensitive flesh.

"Ahhh..." Mira gasps as your hands cup her breasts and press them against you. Her hips buck forward in response, rubbing against the hardness between your legs. She lets out a moan of pleasure, feeling more confident and aroused with every passing moment. "Mmm... fuck...," she murmurs, arching her back further as sweat drips from her chin to her ample cleavage. Her thighs tremble with desire as the scent of sex fills the air, mingling with the tangy aroma of their combined sweat.

"You're... you're making this so hard," she whispers between labored breaths, her voice rough and low. "I can feel everything." Her fingernails dig into the floor beneath her as she strains against the pleasure coursing through her body, wanting more of your touch, more of your strength to fuel her need.

A whimper escapes her lips as you grind against her, your hardness pressing into the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Her body trembles with need, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she arches her back further in search of more contact. "Oh God...," she moans, digging her fingers deeper into the floor as she writhes beneath you. Her mind is a haze of desire and lust, images flashing through her brain of what it would be like to feel your length buried inside her. The forbidden thought thrills her, making her hotter than ever before. "Yes," she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as sweat drips down between her breasts. "I want more..." Her hips buck against yours in rhythm with the grind of your bodies, seeking friction and release from the building tension.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the head of your cock press against her exposed flesh. "Oh my God..." She gasps, arching her back and lifting her hips off the floor, trying to find more contact with you. Her fingers dig deeper into the carpet as she moans and writhes beneath you, the sensation of being so bare and exposed only serving to heighten her desire. Her mind is awhirl with lustful thoughts, images of what it would be like to feel your cock inside her stretching her wet folds. Her pussy throbs in anticipation, its lips parting to reveal the slick, swollen flesh beneath. With every breath, she can smell the musky scent of sex filling the air, mingling with the tang of their sweat as they move together in a primal dance of desire. "Fuck me..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice breaking on the words. "I want you so badly..." Her body trembles with need, every nerve ending taut and ready for release as she begs for your touch, for the fulfillment of her most forbidden fantasies.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you fill her up, stretching her more than she ever thought possible. "Ahhh... ooooh..." Her fingernails scrape against the floor, digging into the carpet as her hips buck and thrust against yours, seeking deeper penetration. Her body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending on fire as your powerful strokes drive you deeper inside her. "Fuck... yesss..." she moans, arching her back and tilting her head back to expose the column of her throat. Her pussy clenches tight around you, milk spurting from her engorged nipples as they scrape against the floor beneath her. She's lost in a haze of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of your touch and the feel of your cock plundering her depths. Her musky scent fills the air, mingling with the tangy aroma of their sweat as they writhe together on the yoga mat. She's never felt so alive, so wanted... So fucking satisfied.

Her breath catches in her throat as you withdraw your cock, the sudden absence of sensation nearly enough to drive her insane with desire. But then you push back inside, and she moans out loud at the return of that exquisite fullness. She arches her back further, offering herself up to you as you lean down to suckle at her aching nipples. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pressing her heavy breasts against your face as she gasps and writhes beneath your expert touch. Her hips buck wildly against yours, trying desperately to get more friction, more contact with the part of you that makes her feel so unbearably good. Her cries mingle with the wet sounds of their sweat-slicked skin slapping together as she hurtles towards the edge of ecstasy. "Oh God..." She gasps, eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "I'm close... I'm so close..." Her voice cracks with desire, each word a plea for release from this torment of pleasure.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the pleasure overwhelms her. She can feel her muscles tensing, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her core. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up completely to you. "Yes... oh God yes..." Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking the release that's so close she can taste it on the back of her tongue. As her body trembles with the oncoming orgasm, the walls of her pussy squeeze tight around your cock, milking you in return for the pleasure you've given her. With a keening cry that echoes through the room, she comes undone, her entire being convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably and she whimpers your name into the crook of your neck as her vision blanches white and the world fades away to nothing but sensation.

"Drooster..." she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she clings to you, riding out the last shuddering spasms of her orgasm. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive with the afterglow of pleasure. "I... I can't...," she whispers hoarsely, trembling beneath your touch as her breath slowly begins to steady and her focus returns to the present moment.

Her breath comes ragged and heavy as she tries to compose herself after the intense pleasure you've given her. She's still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, her body feeling light and floaty in its exhaustion. "T-thank you..." Her voice is raspy, barely audible over the sound of their laboured breathing. Slowly, she pushes herself up into a sitting position, her hands resting on your shoulders as she looks down at where your cock slides out of her. There's a flash of disappointment in her eyes before it's masked by embarrassment. "I-I should clean myself..." She murmurs, blushing deeply as she gestures awkwardly towards the wet spot on the yoga mat between them. Her face is flushed with desire and humiliation, her skin damp from sweat and their combined pleasure. Her nipples are still hard, poking through the sports bra as they strain against the fabric. She's embarrassed and exhilarated all at once, grateful for the strength and dominance you brought out in her during this forbidden encounter.

A flush of warmth spreads through her at your words and touch. "You're too kind," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she glances away shyly. Her hand finds yours where it rests on her hip, squeezing gently in gratitude. The scent of sex still lingers thick in the air around them, and they both know that this cannot be the end. There's an unspoken understanding between them; their connection runs deep, and even though she knows they shouldn't see each other again, a part of her hopes that he will come back for more. Her breath comes out ragged and heavy as she tries to steady herself, her heart racing from the intensity of what they've shared. "I-I should get cleaned up," she says finally, sliding off your lap and standing up unsteadily. With shaking hands, she begins to gather her belongings, carefully placing them back into her yoga bag. The weight of guilt settles heavily on her shoulders as she imagines her husband and son returning home from wherever they've been. She wonders how she can face them after this afternoon's indiscretion. But for now, there's the memory of Drooster's touch, his words echoing in her ears, reminding her that for a brief moment, she felt beautiful and desired once more.

Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and nervous all at once. "T-then... I'll see you tomorrow." She tries to smile but it comes out wobbly and uncertain. With a last glance in your direction, she gathers her things and heads toward the front door, opening it carefully so as not to alert anyone inside the house that she has company.

The warm summer breeze caresses her skin as she steps outside, closing the door quietly behind her. She exhales shakily, trying to compose herself before going back inside to face whatever consequences may await her there. But even as she does so, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of seeing you again tomorrow.

The sun is starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. It's a beautiful evening... She wonders what tomorrow will bring.