They were writing on her. Her fingers gripped the handles with white knuckles, her body trembling with eagerness. Xxnx a slow buildup of anticipation, a slow release of milk, both of them constant as she moved and displayed herself in the semisexual poses of yoga. Her prospects of being invited again depended upon how she presented herself tonight, how well the people of the club enjoyed her. He was close, she could feel it, feel the same edge of need that tinged his movements. Lifting her arms above her head with a sigh, she slowly moved her body into the next yoga pose. Her breathing quickened, her fingers stilling inside her as she experienced the first cock she’d ever felt firsthand. Pussy convulsing, squirting for the first time in her life, Jennifer lost all awareness of her body except for her breasts while that shoe danced
