We kneel upright, back to back, legs intertwined. Her cunny rests on my centered heel, mine on hers. We start rocking slowly, moving in concert, then quickly go to gliding strokes, quick jabs, hard clitoral urgings. Wet with the juices pouring out from us, our feet become sexual slip-and-slides. Guttural moans and sharp, gasping cries fill the room. Arms twined, we grasp hands, clenching for strength, as we cum together, our joined bodies taken in a long, pulsing orgasmic wave.
“Okay, everybody, take five. Get water and find a new partner. Twisting Scissor is up next.”
Sure miss duet yoga.
