EMMA

Marcus’s words sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. “Ready for the whole class to fuck you, Emma? Because they’re not leaving until every one of them gets a taste.”

I should have been scared. Instead I nodded against the grass, ass still up, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. “Yes,” I whispered. “All of them.”

He pulled out and stood, voice carrying that same commanding tone he used for regular yoga cues. “You heard her. Line up properly. Hands, mouths, cocks. I go last. This pussy gets filled today.”

The runner guy moved first. He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs wide,...