Penelope Kay – Nasty Namaste 3some
Title: “Steamy Surrenders: A Yoga Threesome exploited”
Nadi to Goddess, eroticism unleashed. The trio unfurled their matts under the sun that beamed through the glass ceiling. Their lithe limbs ready to be guided by the guru, intrigued by her calamitous curriculum vitae to usurp the holy tradition. For they were not merely seeking luminosity within; they yearned for a story to be told on stage. Penelope Kay, with curves like a Brazilian beach, commenced the front-facing postures. Her outrageous outlines encapsulated the attention as she arched back, offering her mandarin mounds for appraisal.
Eliza Jane stood near Penelope’s yoga mat, trembling the board she stood on in sheer intimidation. Her lustrous ginger locks cascaded down her back, illuminating the room. Oh,erness oozed from her frosted nipples that flirted with the breeze. It was almost too vulgar to watch Miss Eliza Jane as she lifted her voluptuous rump up and down, riding the dog, milking us by the moans she conceited out.
Dakota Dakota was placed in the far corner, yet her sensual HD magnetism was heavy to ignore. A tattoo of a phallus artfully adorned her buxom hips. Dakota Dakota’s iridescent smile glinted sinewy metals as she widened her thick, creamy thighs, gurgling our impregnable depths in rhythm.
Penelope Kay, the yoga guru, speared the yoga students. “We’re going deeper than your DMs, babes,” she cooed, as she bent over in front of them. With her hands planted firmly on the floor, her magnificent ass lifted to new yoga proportions, enticing the threesome to grab.
As she executed her yoga, Penelope enjoyed some foot play with Dakota Dakota. They sluggishly ran their toes along each other’s waxed legs, inching closer to the divine, taboo triangle. Dakota Dakota furrowed her brows as if to say, “Please don’t stop, I’m almost there.”
It did not stop. Penelope Kay oh-so-subtlety brushed her feet along Dakota’s mound, ecstatic over the feminine wetness. Dakota imitated her more playfully, jutting her feet between Penelope’s grandiose thighs, accentuating the assasin’s arch.
Without a moment’s rest, Eliza Jane plunged her tongue in Penelope’s ear as Penelope met Dakota’s gaze in a lustful trance. They moaned with eyes closed, their bodies enclosed with each other’s liquids. It was beyond erotic to see Penelope Kay satisfy Eliza Jane’s tongue while being pleasured by Dakota Dakota’s pedal deconstruction.
For the grand finale, the women stood in a circle, connecting their assasins by hand. In a breathtaking act of oral yoga dog, Penelope kay climbed onto Dakota’s back, arching her body to present her ass for Eliza’s special attention. Dakota, a woman of unbridled hunger, wrapped her red lips around Penelope’s drenched clit, tastefully dangling a hair’s breadth from her chin. As Eliza Jane took gooey licks between Penelope’s crack, Penelope howled in unfathomable ecstasy.
The threesome climaxed riotously, with Dakota Dakota witnessing Eliza Jane’s luscious honeypot, as Penelope Kay feasted hungrily on theBetween Eliza Jane’s Sheer Red Mane that fell down her back, the trio moaned as one being, emotionally melded by the intimate act. Dakota Dakota grasped Penelope’s hips, using them as handles that quivered with each lick, and rightfully so. Eliza Jane met the penetration with a hollowed tongue, drilling Penelope deeper from the rear.
Only yoga gods could harness such arioticism without spilling a single drop. Penelope Kay grabbed the duo’s tresses, using them as leverage post-yoga glow. mid-glow. The sweat dripped off the bent bodies like warm honey pouring out to fill the room with gooey ambiance.
In the end, the women sat on their mats, basking in their oneness. Free from guilt, they join together to email their yoga guru: Learn Poses, Join Goddess Skin Care Tuesdays, Leave the Husbands at Home.
It’s known as Nasty Namaste now. Process has begun.
