4 on 1 Lesbian Gang Bang

Blanche sticks out in yoga class like a stiff board in a room of silk. Every pose she botches throws the group off, every stumble drags the rest of them down. The air gets tight. Someone suggests the fix is obvious. They need to teach her how to bend. Right there on the mats, with no preamble, the women circle in. Hands pin her shoulders back, legs part her thighs, mouths replace the cool-down words. Fingers work her open—slow at first, then insistent—until her hips start to give under the pressure. One woman eats her while another holds her ankles wide; a third slips two slick fingers inside her cunt and curls until Blanche’s mouth falls open on a wet sound. They rotate, never letting her close up, stretching her across the sticky mat like they’re correcting her posture with tongues and thumbs. Every time she tries to curl away from the stretch, someone presses deeper, forces her wider, and the lesson sticks. By the time they’re done, her spine curves like it was always meant to.