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Kingsley knelt behind her and slipped his arms gently under hers, palms pressing into her shoulders with surprising steadiness. He lifted slightly—not to carry her, but to ease the weight she placed on the ground. “I’ve got you,” he said quietly. Not as a line. As a fact. She exhaled shakily, melting further forward. Behind them, Devon was doing the same for Carolina, whose face, peaceful and unguarded, was turned slightly toward the floor. “For the final pose,” the instructor said softly, “one partner will lie down, heart open to the sky. The other will support their head, and cradle their heart. You’re not fixing. You’re just… there.”

“Now bring the hip forward, more, more. Don’t be shy.” My muscles burned as I held the pose. Left foot pointed, hip tilted, back slightly arched, lips parted like a secret. A thousand flashes exploded in my eyes. Behind me, Jade, the redhead with feline eyes, rested her hand on my shoulder. Her nails, polished like obsidian, dug in slightly.

He picked up the iron collar, the metal chilled from the studio air, and snapped it around my neck. "On the table," he commanded. "On your back. Arch until only your heels and your shoulder blades touch the stone. Arms stretched over your head, wrists crossed." It was a bridge pose—brutal, exhausting, and designed to make every muscle in my core and thighs scream within minutes. As soon as I took the position, he used a thin silk cord to anchor my crossed wrists to a ring bolt in the floor behind me. My chest was thrust upward, my pussy exposed and aching, my stomach flat and trembling from the strain.

It took a bit longer for Sam to open up her robe and get it ready, it was designed to open wider so the audience could see her breasts when it was open. When ready she approached Rose's head and "took a knee," settling down in what some call the "Tim Tebow" pose, resting on her one down knee (away from the audience) while the other knee was up so it did not block the view. Rose's head was tilted back, she was framed by Sam's "up" leg, so everybody could see as Sam's open pussy, gleaming in the light, descended to Rose's open, eager mouth to begin the lesbian face-fuck. In this position everybody watched, spellbound, the profile view as Sam's nether lips kissed Rose's lips. Then they saw how

I clapped in amazement. “Wow.” “Now you,” he said. My jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” “No.” Caleb broke into laughter. “We’re going to start with easier stuff. I’ll show you a pose, you’ll mirror it, and I’ll come over to adjust you.” “Maybe I won’t need adjustment…” “Maybe.” Caleb’s lips made a skeptical straight line. “First one is easy. T-pose.” “Let me guess,” I said. I tilted to the side with a hand curved toward my hip and the other arm extended, as if I were pouring out the bittersweet liquid.

I gasp but the ladies don’t listen. Next thing i know, they spread my hands and put books on my head. “Now here’s how it works. If you fall one book, you get a smack on your back and it could go on forever so be careful,” she rolls her eyes. They place seven books on my head and I fall immediately from the weight. Girl, we are already weak, we can’t handle this. Koko gasps. “Please stop!” I scream when they smack my back. “Then be a good Luna and hold these books well, they will improve your posture.”

“On your toes and don’t close your legs.” I could imagine how I must look to him in this position. Bent down with my legs apart and inching up on my toes which will open me up and present me to him in an obscene way. In a way, there could be nothing hidden from him. He could probably see the dampness between my pussy lips as I felt cool air brush my insides.

The creature went from kneeling, to being on the flat of its feet, towering over her with his chest pressed up against her back, the whole while pounding away. Dorian realized that he had seen this position in p**n flicks many times. It was ‘up and over’ style, a variation of doggy position. The woman was completely overpowered and encapsulated by the huge hulking frame of the dragon. His muscular arms wrapped around her mid-section, and as he stood up he lifted her up off the ground with little effort.

The second pose showed the model hugging his thighs in an M-shape. The third pose showed the model crouching over in bed, tongue half out. I followed every pose for the first eight photos. However, I found myself getting stuck at the ninth and final photo. The final pose showed the model wearing a mix of emotions on his face, somewhere between pain and pleasure. He was obviously aroused, and there was also a spurt of white coming from his lower half, forming a perfect semi-circle. I slowly tugged down the elastic band of my thong in shame.