Tony and Carlos are urinated that their trainer sent them to yoga class.
“Next thing u know, we’ll be doing rogering ballet or smth.”
“What’s up with coach? Why are we here for yoga?”
But then their instructor flaunts 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 bra. Her areolas are rigid. Her wet crack is pulsating. She stretches and displays off her extraordinary flexibility. This babe receives her legs all the way back and widen. This is a yoga pose? Has the appearance of a “fuck-me” pose. But, despite Jenna’s obvious MILFosity, the men are so anti-yoga that they refuse to receive with the program. Jenna has a solution. “We need to be more in-tune with our yoga,” that babe says, “and in order to do that, we need to completely disclose ourselves.”
This babe indeed means “reveal.” She takes off her shirt. “You have to chase,” she says. That babe takes off her shorts. “Let’s expose our skin so we can acquire more oxygen,” this babe says. They take their shorts off. Jenna takes notice that, if not oxygen, blood is rushing to their schlongs. This yoga class is about to become very exciting. Jenna bends over to demonstrate downward dog. Carlos slides his weenie into her fur pie. Tony slides his rod into her face hole. Namaste.