Squirting Stretch

Megan knocks back two icy glasses of water while hunting for a hot yoga class that can crank the heat. The studio promises the oven setting, so she books tomorrow. Day rolls around and when Megan walks in it's just her and Adriana. The instructor's body rings a bell, sparking a little flashback of a squirtfest dripping across the hardwood last time they had a session together, but Adriana plays dumb. Adriana starts guiding her through stretches for the legs and lower back. Megan's eyes drag over those snug shorts. She keeps complimenting them while trying some advanced pose she saw online, and slips. Her ankle twists with a sharp pop. She hisses, grabs the leg, begs for a rubdown. Adriana plays the certified massager card, swipes oil on that thigh, and Megan shimmies off her shorts in a blink. Bare smooth mound stares up at them. Adriana grins, adds more shine, fingers the muscle around the glutes and inner thigh. Megan laughs, shoves Adriana's hand straight onto the slit, declares it fair game because she likes girls. Lesbian energy rolls out unapologetic, and Megan yanks the top off before the instructor gets another word in. Massage slides straight to the tongue. Megan has Adriana on her belly, making faces melt despite the "I have class soon" excuses, flipping her onto the oil-skin floor, licking and sucking clit until Adriana sprays wild streams across the mats. Megan stands over her and grinds until her own pussy rains down, peppering the tiles. Adri kisses her greedy, hooks a leg over for scissoring. Their wet hair and sliding skins sound like splashes every time they snap their hips. Back against the wall they spin 69. Megan juggles four oil-lubed fingers in Adriana until she erupts again. Megan climbs Adriana's wrist, bouncing on the knuckle-fuck, grinding back and forth like a rodeo until the bodies skid in new puddles. Megan spits and slobbers four wet knuckles up to the wrist this time, twirling her during climax, catching the squirts in open palms and dripping them into Adriana's mouth for a taste. Adriana wiggles a fist inside Megan and the camera-center girl ricochets thighs up and down before sliding into a long deep-tongue make out. Adriana's ten striding deep with chilled slippery digits. Their hips drive at each other until the big ankle rub-out ruins the studio mats. Adriana lurches one last shudder and shoots a long messy wave, arms quivering while Megan clicks her thumb quick over the spent clit, coaxing that final splash into the air.