The Magic of Yoga Pants

Hazel, Mia and Nata lounge in their tight yoga pants, the fabric stretched over three neat, natural little asses. No one needs an excuse. They press together, lips parting, tongues sliding. Hands tug the stretchy fabric aside, baring soft, bare skin. Fingers glide over smooth mounds, teasing tight holes until one girl pushes two digits deep into another’s ass. Tongues replace fingers, rimming, licking, tasting. The girls trade places without hurry, small tits brushing against each other as they kneel, bend, straddle. One lies back while another slides two slick fingers into her pussy and presses her tongue to her friend’s rim, tasting every inch. They keep at it until soft moans turn louder, bodies arching, pussies and asses glistening with spit. When they’re done, the yoga pants are tossed aside, three flushed brunettes curled together, spent and smiling.