Continue The Yoga Classes

"Ughnnnnn!" Christopher grunted and shot out a blast of hand-wrought cum. The creamy projectile rocketed skyward, a white tail trailing behind it. Even while it was still in flight, he ejaculated again. And again.

The soaring spoog lost power and plummeted back to earth. Landing on Iris's still stroking hand, on Christopher's lower belly and upper thighs, on his cock and balls. The two women laughed hysterically at the rainstorm of spent sperm falling around them.

Christopher lay flat on his back, his mouth open, trying to catch his breath. Despite it having been against his will, he had to admit that Iris really gave a first class handjob.

But he was not allowed to bask in his euphoria, for Diane, the other woman, grabbed his cock before it even had a time to soften completely. As she started to pump on his shaft, he pleaded with her to give him just a brief rest before making him come again. She totally ignored him, jerking up and down with one hand while playing with his balls with her other.

Christopher started to squirm around on the yoga mat, grinding his butt against the long cushion as Diane stroked, stroked, stroked his one-eyed snake. She was not going to let it go until it had spat out its thick, white venom.

"Oh, yes," he panted helplessly, bucking under Diane's five knuckle shuffle. "Yes . . . Yes . . . Yes . . ."

He quickly lifted his head and shoulders off the mat, staring down at his groin and Diane's relentless hand. With a loud groan, he exploded again. Sticky, gooey globs of cock snot covered Diane's pumping fist.