Hot Yoga in the Woods with Uptown Bunny – Sweaty, Skin-Tight, and Barely Covered

He insisted I get a drink to “calm my nerves.” I’m not sure it helped. XXX My visual field, which should have been nothing but darkness, was slowly morphing into an expansive space of twinkling particles, dancing here and there like fireflies. My skin jumped. That was just it: I loved these men. Some young, some older, but everyone casted glances in my direction. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. He carried me from the bedroom, down the hall, into the bathroom. Another entered. “Good. I could hear the shuffling of footsteps on the carpet; I could sense a cluster of strangers descending on me slowly, like coyotes cornering a dear. A long moment passed. “I need you to say it,” he insisted.