Namaste Overload

Musa Phoenix lays out his mats and tries not to stare at the five women waiting for his first class. Lolly Dames, Caitlin Bell, Dana Vespoli, Sophia West, and Spencer Scott: the names that carry weight in this town. One good session and their gossip could fill his schedule for months. Trouble is, they’re not here for flexibility. Their eyes track the sway of his hips like wolves. He starts the flow, voice steady until Lolly presses her ass against his crotch on downward dog. Caitlin’s hand slips under his waistband next, stroking him openly. Dana laughs low, already on her knees. Pants hit the floor. Mouths take turns. Musa braces on the mirror while Spencer rides him, her tits slapping his chest. Sophia’s tongue finds every slick inch left exposed. The door bangs open. Nick freezes, mat still under his arm. The women look over their shoulders and beckon. He drops everything. Two cocks now, five hungry women switching positions on the hardwood. Sweat smears the mirrors and the only sounds are wet slaps and the women calling for more.