Lava stopped by to share her story....
He's been punishing my body in the mirror. Challenging me to dance harder, stronger and more passionately than ever before. It's embarrassing the way he points my mistakes out in class, even when I am not the person messing up I still get punished. I've danced all my life and have never dealt with physical and mental frustration in the one thing that defines my joy.
"Katia front and center." he yells as stops the routine and demands my presence. "Move your hips like a contorting snake," it wasn't a question or instruction but demand, which his usual way of speaking. what the fuck did that even mean? "Everyone leave, we will reconvene when Ms. Katia finds her rhythm." My heart started pounding as everyone left and watched his eyes pierce into my soul. The hard state of his chocolate eyes melted my insides and pooled right in my jumpsuit.
His hand rubbed my stomach and traced down to my inner thigh as he lifted it to wrap around his leg. "Relax" he whispered in my ear as I felt his sex pulsate on my ass. "Breathe" which I hadn't done since he touched me. He threw my torso to the balance bar and slid my bodysuit to the side. "Feel" he said as he licked and sucked all the aggravation I never knew existed, out of my vagina. As he licked and tongue fucked me from the back.
"In order to move like a snake... You must learn how to tame one." He slid into me with the speed of molasses and moved me to his rhythm. Plunging, punishing and constricting around him. He thrusted deeper and bolder to force my pussy loose. I rocked against him and countered his thrusts until his snake was tamed to my rhythm, my speed, my constrictions.
His face finally loosened up from an intense orgasm as I clenched his snake into submission... I look at his glance in the studio mirror, "Fuck your snake. It should learn to move like my hips."
Next week, when the class reconvened they learned a new 8 count to a bounce beat.
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