Squirting Stories Volume Two: Wet Yoga

Megan Rain just had the nastiest yoga session of her life with her new instructor, Adriana Chechik. One look at the mess they made and AJ Applegate’s ears perk up — "squirt lesson? I’m in." They book it, invite Adriana over, and start warming up before she even knocks. When the instructor walks in she’s all business — mats, pose pointers, the works. Megan couldn’t give a shit. One inhale of that post-class glow and she’s licking the sweat clean off Adriana’s neck like it’s salt-water candy. The green-eyed teacher laughs it off, tells her to “stretch,” but the second she turns, AJ’s tongue is halfway down Megan’s throat. Adriana tries again. Megan snaps: "You’re gonna squirt for me again today." AJ’s grin matches. Papers to the wind — Adriana shoves her shorts to the floor, plants her pussy in their faces, and blasts so hard their chins drip. Megan rips her own shorts off, straddles that tongue, and adds another warm gush. AJ’s pants hit next. Two wet fingers, two wet mouths, one ruined floor. Adriana takes it head-on, then spins Megan onto her knees, floods her mouth, fills the carpet to the halfway mark. The floor is soaked. So is the couch. Every puddle only makes them crazier. She gets back on all fours; Megan keeps her tongue busy in that tight ass while AJ drinks straight from the tap. Adriana scoops AJ’s cunt up in a deep trib, rocks until she creams that clit — then turns and slurps the fresh squirt that splits AJ’s lips. AJ’s still blinking when Megan pulls back and launches a rocket shot across her pretty face. Rain, Chechik, Applegate. No way dry. One after another they angle their hips, cock their knees, hosing each other until all they’ve got left is a light drizzle and raw, aching laughs.