Tony and Carlos are urinated that their coach sent ’em to yoga class.
“Next thing you know, we’ll be doing banging ballet or smth.”
“What’s up with coach? Why are we here for yoga?”
But then their instructor flaunts 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 bra. Her teats are subrigid. Her pussy is pulsating. She stretches and reveals off her incredible flexibility. She receives her legs all the way back and spread. This is a yoga pose? Bears a resemblance to a “fuck-me” pose. But, despite Jenna’s obvious MILFosity, the bucks are so anti-yoga that they refuse to acquire with the program. Jenna has a solution. “We need to be more in-tune with our yoga,” this babe says, “and in instruct to do that, we need to completely flaunt ourselves.”
She actually means “reveal.” She takes off her shirt. “You must follow,” she says. That babe takes off her shorts. “Let’s show our skin so we can get more oxygen,” she says. They take their shorts off. Jenna takes notice that, if not oxygen, blood is rushing to their ramrods. This yoga class is about to become very exciting. Jenna bows over to demonstrate downward dog. Carlos slides his wang into her pussy. Tony slides his dick into her face hole. Namaste.