Stretched ballerina

I always dreamed of becoming a ballerina, but stretching on my own was a nightmare—my body just wouldn't cooperate. So I booked private lessons with this hot trainer, begging him to push me to my limits and make me flexible enough to nail those splits. He tried so hard to stay professional at first, guiding my legs wide, his strong hands gripping my thighs as I bent over in my tight leotard. But I couldn't resist teasing him, arching my back and shaking my juicy ass right in his face, winking over my shoulder with a naughty grin. Finally, he snapped, his resolve crumbling as he grabbed my hips and yanked my leotard aside. "You want to stretch, you little slut?" he growled, slamming his thick cock into my dripping pussy first, pounding me deep while I moaned like a bitch in heat. But that wasn't enough for me—I craved more. I begged him to stretch my tight holes for real, and he obliged, lubing up and forcing his massive shaft into my asshole, splitting me open inch by throbbing inch. He fucked my ass relentlessly, making me gape and squirt as he stretched me wider than any ballet bar ever could, turning my training session into a filthy, hole-wrecking fuckfest.