Butterfly Sit Ups Novels & Stories

My feet are parallel to the wall. He winked at me and lifted my legs until my back was leaning against the smooth wall. Only my shoulders and head are on the bed. He stood up a little. He aimed his c*ck at my entrance and squatted. It was easy for him to enter, and we both moaned in unison. Oh my gosh, he's hitting even deeper in this position. I can feel him inside me. Holding my raised legs, he gently thrust. I moaned from the strange sensation this position caused. I saw this in an article, and it's called the butter churner position. My body heated up even more, and I moaned loudly as he ground his hips.

I feel the different muscles being used as I move between the two. I do this for a minute when he instructs me to sit down on the ground. "I want you to sit down like this," He demonstrates for me. Xander sits down with his legs kept together and straight and his back was up right and shoulder back, making your back muscles locking up in strength. "Now this is very simple. I want you to touch your toes, but, hold for about 10 seconds. Then I want you to touch them 5 times and then hold for 10 seconds. You get it?"

My heart pounded in my chest, and I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool. She laid down on a yoga mat. I hesitated before joining her on the one next to hers. Then, in an instant, she rolled over on top of me. "Ms. White, uh, what's this about?" I stammered, unsure of her intentions. "Relax," she said with a gentle smile. "Come on, let's do some sit-ups together. I'll test your stamina this way." So that was what she meant. I felt a bit embarrassed for jumping to conclusions. This was the first time I had ever done sit-ups with someone—let alone a charming, wealthy woman like her.

I fell flat, chin slamming into the mat this time. I bit my tongue hard. Tasted blood. "Three attempts. Zero successful completions." Margot's voice was flat. "Again. From the beginning." I tried. Got to two before collapsing again, elbows scraping against the rough mat. Skin burning. "Pathetic," Margot said. "You can't even do basic push-ups. How do you expect to protect a pack?" "I'm sorry, I just need..." "A Luna doesn't get breaks. Sit-ups. Fifty. Now."

behind her, pressing his dick into her round butt as he nibbled on the side of her neck. Sreya sighed with pleasure, tilting her neck to the side to give him more room even as she murmured, "We'll have burnt pancakes for breakfast if you keep doing that". Sreya thought she heard humming, then realized it was coming from her body, somewhere deep within where the wings of the flying butterflies sent intense vibrations to her already very sensitive vagina.

I was still upside down and went right into a headstand and performed all the possible leg movements for this position, then… I flip over into a full split and lift off the ground slowly again and again, each time bending forward further as my butt eventually sticks up and moves up and down as I continue my motion. Then, in one movement, I sat, brought my legs together, and I leaned back on my elbows. Lifting both legs, I sensually move them about, toes pointing, back arch. I tease and tantalize again, making eye contact with another, then another, smiling, winking, and enjoying every minute of my seduction.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. After several minutes, Silas shifted beneath me. “Let’s change position for the same exercise,” he said. “We need to work on different angles for better results.” Still buried deep inside me, he stood up carefully, holding me in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as he moved us toward the workout bench. He sat down on the edge with me still impaled on his thick member. “Now continue,” he instructed. “Move your hips in slow circles. This will help with hip flexibility and core stability.”

Turning around to stare into the trees branches above me. “Take an hour of rest and get back out there” surprise rolled through me at Nyra's words as she got in my face. “W-what?” I asked, my throat sore and cracky and filled with disbelief. “Yeah, you didn't think running laps would get you strong. After the next laps, a hundred push ups and fifty sit ups” she ordered, her tone final before leaving me to bristle with disbelief. A hundred push ups and fifty sit ups? The fuck!!.

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

Each deep stroke pulled a ragged móan from her lips, and when her next órgasm hit, it shattered her. Her scream echoed, wild and raw. But she still wasn’t done. Panting, she climbed again. Higher. Slower. Sweat dripped from her chest as she hooked into a Butterfly Hold, her back arched, one leg hooked high, the other bent out as she pushed her chest forward. Cole came up behind her, sliding back in like he belonged there. He wrapped one arm around her waist and thrust upward, her body bouncing with every motion. His other hand gripped the chrome beside her head, anchoring them both.