It supported them, the curved undersides of her tits resting upon its surface, which seemed stable and sturdy. BeePorn Letting out a moan, Jennifer started to slide a hand down to touch between her legs, instinct taking over as her arousal surged. It felt pleasant, and confused Jennifer in her lust-addled state as it began to slide across her tits, taking odd swirls across her flesh. There was a drain in one corner, and the walls were covered in textured leather cushioning. Something touched her nipple, and Jennifer froze. A cup, perhaps held by a clubgoer who had too much dignity to drink straight from the source. The wave of climax slowly ebbed, and Jennifer slumped back against the scant softness of the yoga mat, breathing heavily. If she could only milk herself, let herself express, she knew she could cum from letting that sweet flow out through her aching nipples.
