EMMA

Marcus stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still hard and twitching in my pulsing pussy. I lay there in bridge pose, hips lifted, legs spread, chest heaving while the class stared. My orgasm still rippled through me in aftershocks. Humiliation burned in my cheeks, but my body betrayed me, clenching around him like it wanted more.

“Who wants to help with Emma’s next pose?” he asked again, voice calm and in control.

A few people shifted. A tall guy with a runner’s build stepped forward first. “I… I can spot her.”

Marcus smirked. He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and dripping. “Good. Hold her in warrior three....