Tony and Carlos are pissed that their trainer sent them to yoga class.
“Next thing you know, we’ll be doing rogering ballet or smth.”
“What’s up with trainer? Why are we here for yoga?”
But then their instructor displays up. It’s 51-year-old Jenna Covelli. Jenna has shown up for class in short, blue shorts and a cut-off reservoir top with no brassiere. Her nipps are hard. Her twat is throbbing. This babe stretches and brandishes off her unbelievable flexibility. This babe acquires her legs all the way back and spread. This is a yoga pose? Appears love a “fuck-me” pose. But despite Jenna’s obvious MILFosity, the boys are so anti-yoga that they refuse to get with the program. Jenna has a solution.
“We need to be more in-tune with our yoga,” she says, “and in instruct to do that, we’ve to completely flaunt ourselves.”
This babe indeed means “reveal.” That babe takes off her shirt.
“You have to pursue,” this babe says. She takes off her shorts. “Let’s flaunt our skin so we can receive more oxygen,” that babe says. They take their shorts off. Jenna takes notice that, if not oxygen, blood is rushing to their dicks. This yoga class is about to become very exciting. Jenna bows over to demonstrate downward dog. Carlos slips his penis into her slit. Tony slides his pecker into her mouth. Namaste.