Tony and Carlos are urinated that their trainer sent them to yoga class.
“Next thing you know, we’ll be doing rogering ballet or something.”
“What’s up with coach? Why are we here for yoga?”
But then their instructor exposes up. It’s 51-year-old Jenna Covelli. Jenna has shown up for class in short, blue shorts and a cut-off tank top with no beneath garment. Her nipples are hard. Her snatch is palpitating. This babe stretches and displays off her extraordinary flexibility. This babe receives her legs all the way back and widen. This is a yoga pose? Resembles a “fuck-me” pose. But despite Jenna’s obvious MILFosity, the fellows are so anti-yoga that they refuse to receive with the program. Jenna has a solution.
“We must be more in-tune with our yoga,” she says, “and in dictate to do that, we need to absolutely disclose ourselves.”
That babe really means “reveal.” She takes off her shirt.
“You receive to pursue,” this babe says. That babe takes off her shorts. “Let’s reveal 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 rods. This yoga class is about to become very thrilling. Jenna bows over to demonstrate downward dog. Carlos slips his ramrod into her snatch. Tony slips his knob into her mouth. Namaste.