Persian

The other girl looks to be of Persian descent. Her dusky skin has a golden glow to it, her long dark hair is pulled back in a single thick braid, and her almond-shaped eyes are a shade someplace between glittering gold and lusty brown. Her tight body is squeezed into a leotard as well, but she's not in the redhead's yoga class, she must have something else that she's doing at the same time. Her skin is practically glittering with a fine sheen of sweat every time she walks past.

Her body is slender but curvy and that leotard leaves nothing else to the imagination. Her nipples are standing out hard and they're obviously pierced by heavy barbells. Her lips, naturally a little darker than the redhead's, are painted a deep cherry red, as are her finger tips.

She's the sort of girl that is built to be worshiped, not taken, and between the smoldering look that the copper-topped yoga instructor is giving her and giving you, you feel your cock rising.

"She's gorgeous," the Persian princess whispered to you. "Isn't she. She's the type of girl that you don't stop thinking about in the showers and she knows it. She loves it."

Her voice was liquid silk. Only the barest hint of an accent tinted her words. It made your growing erection move to full mast; something your new friend noticed immediately and she licked her lips like a cat that had found the cream.

"Gorgeous isn't quite the right word," you say, looking her up and down. You watched as she bit her lip and turned your attention back to the redhead. Her pussy was thrust toward you two and the lighting was perfect; you could almost make out the pale pink ribbon of her pussy through the thinning material at the leotard's crotch and it looked like she shaved everything but a tuft of crimson fur at the top of her pussy.

"Fuuuuuuck," whispered the middle-eastern sex pot next to you. "My name's Jendeh, but you can call me Jen," she purrs and moves closer toward you.

"Mark," you say your name, your voice catching in your throat.

"Mmmm....Mark. Simple, to the point, doesn't describe what the other men called your mother..."

"Is that what Jendeh means?" you whisper. She bites her lip and presses her hip to your ass while pressing her taut nipple and luscious breast against your back. Her left hand moves to your hip to pull you close.

"It means whore. Not just any kind of slutty little fuck puppet, but the worst sort of kind. The kind that would fuck her own family on a dare and get as much tongue and cock in her cunt as she possibly can." You're at a loss for words and your cock is dangerously close to popping free of your gym shorts.

"What do you suppose her name is?" you manage to croak out. The redhead's eyes are watching the two of you as much as she can and you can see they're half-lidded when she makes eye contact. The high school-aged yoga instructor is enjoying the show as much as you are enjoying giving it.