As the yoga class ended, Amy and Emily, two young women in their early twenties, walked out of the studio together. They weren't wearing much; just some form-fitting workout clothes that hugged their bodies in all the right places. Their skin glistened with sweat as they chatted animatedly about the class, oblivious to the lustful gazes of their instructor, Michael.
Once they were out of earshot, Michael approached them. "Hey ladies, that was quite the session today. You two look incredible." His eyes lingered on their shaved pussies, barely concealed by the thin fabric of their yoga pants.
"Thank you," Amy replied, blushing slightly. Emily smiled coyly.
"Actually," Michael continued, his voice deeper than before, "I was wondering if you girls would like to come over to my place later tonight for a movie marathon. Would you be interested?"
