Girlsway Yoga Class Leads to Squirt Showers!

The bell chimed, signaling the start of yoga class. Inside the dimly lit studio, a eager group of women awaited their instructor. Brittany, a fit blonde bombshell, led the class. Her toned body was clad in a skintight sports bra and boy shorts that left little to the imagination.

“Alright ladies, let’s start in downward dog,” Brittany cooed. The women assumed the position, their bums jutting up, legs spread wide. Britney sauntered around, adjusting poses and providing “hands on” guidance. Her fingers trailed over curves, squeezing buttcheeks, tweaking nipples.

“Mmmm, feel that stretch. sinks deep, doesn’t it?” Brittany purred, caressing hot flesh. “Think about it stimulating your most intimate places. Your pussy should be tingling now.”

The women moaned, lost in the moment. It didn’t take a genius to figure out this wasn’t your average yoga class. Position after position ratcheted up the sexual tension. The women gyrated their hips, sticking out their chests, breathing heavily.

“Do you feel that wetness between your legs?” Brittany asked, pulling a woman’s yoga pants aside to reveal glistening pink folds. “Let’s really get it flowing.”

The women stripped down, baring all. Legs straddled faces. Lips and fingers probed hot crevices. Moans and the slurps of executions filled the room. Brittany took center stage, legs spread wide as her students depleted her dripping cunt. An oral chain formed, the women gorging on each other’s delectable juices.

“Mmmm fuuuuck,” Brittany squealed as a tongue knifed deep. “Drink it up girls! Glug glug my sweet wine!”

B prevalence of orgasm surged through the studio like a smutty tidal wave. The women Ms split by Julia their sexual cousin. Their quims quivered and clenched as orgasmic nirvana exploded through them. Brittany rubbed her clit frantically, adding her voice to the crescendo of ecstasy.

“AaaaaayayayaAAAHHHH!” Brittany shrieked, her girlgasm sending a torrent of clear fluid splattering the floor. The wetthings were literal, souls hitting the hereafter as cum rain-clouds formed. Other women joined her, peeing her pants by social standards, but spraying orgasmic showers of delight.

The room descended into a frothy bisexual sodden furor. The squirts slickened the floor, providing new hydrodynamics techniques. The women slid into orgasm positions with slippery ease. Everyone took a turn, buck at playing, cums worth player. The gushes ran in a continuous river. The only respite were the temporary drain blockages of Utah clogging cock.

After what seemed like hours of climaxing, the women finally sputtered to a halt, covered head to toe in their juices. Euphoria encapsulated the room, the scent of sex thick in the air. Brittany collapsed back, totally spent, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Namaste my lovelies,” she panted. “Until next week, keep your yogic stretchtivism glistening.”

The women slowly collected their things, redressing in a daze of euphoric afterglow. They knew no other yoga class was as thorough in its full body workouts. With blissed out goodbyes, they drifted out into the night, their inner selves forever transformed by the squirt showers.