Tony and Carlos are piddled that their trainer sent ’em to yoga class.
“Next thing you know, we’ll be doing fucking ballet or smth.”
“What’s up with tutor? Why are we here for yoga?”
But then their instructor displays up. It is 51-year-old Jenna Covelli. Jenna has shown up for class in short, blue shorts and a cut-off tank top with no undergarment. Her nipples are subrigid. Her snatch is throbbing. This babe stretches and flaunts off her remarkable flexibility. That babe gets her legs all the way back and widen. This is a yoga pose? Appears adore a “fuck-me” pose. But, despite Jenna’s obvious MILFosity, the men are so anti-yoga that they refuse to acquire with the program. Jenna has a solution. “We receive to be more in-tune with our yoga,” she says, “and in command to do that, we have to completely disclose ourselves.”
This babe really means “reveal.” This babe takes off her shirt. “You have to chase,” this babe says. That babe takes off her shorts. “Let’s unveil our skin so we can acquire more oxygen,” she says. They take their shorts off. Jenna pays attention that, if not oxygen, blood is rushing to their cocks. This yoga class is about to become very thrilling. Jenna bows over to demonstrate downward dog. Carlos slips his ramrod into her muff. Tony slips his schlong into her mouth. Namaste.