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"ARRRGgggghhh!" Yosef cried out. His hips bucked, thrusting upward into Julie's pumping hand. Hot, sticky cum shot out, covering her hand as she **** him to give up another load. The man rolled his head from side-to-side as he was brought to orgasm.

When his cock ceased spurting, Julie released it and pushed it away as if tossing a used tissue. Yosef's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his face and chest shone with sweat. His spent dick felt so good, having been fondled and stroked and played with. Squirming around on the mat to get more comfortable, he probably would have drifted off to sleep if not for Frances.

"Oh, please, Miss Frances," he groaned. "Not again . . . I just need . . . I just need to . . ."

"You just need to shut up and shoot off again," she hissed, her fingers tightening their grip as she worked her hand up and down. Frances rotated her wrist as she stroked him off, milking his cock with a twisting motion. On the yoga mat was a large puddle of Yosef's spilt sperm between his upper thighs.

All Yosef could do was to lie flat on his back as Frances jerked him off. Again. He was so exhausted from all the whitewater fisting he had been receiving. Lying on a mat on the other side of Frances was the male yoga student, Christopher, getting his slab of cock-meat tenderized by Iris. The duo smacking sounds of two cocks being cranked filled the exercise room.

Julie reached in between his splayed legs, fondling his balls as Frances flailed away on his yogurt slinger. He looked from one woman to the other. They were both hot babes, and Frances's full rack was bouncing and jiggling as her arm moved rapidly up and down.