From Yoga Pants to Squirt Fountain

I start in my tight grey yoga pants like I’m just doing a normal stretch session… but you already know where this is going!. Minutes in and I’m grinding hard, soaking the fabric, teasing myself until I’m shaking. I yank them down just enough and the first explosion hits, an absolute flood that blasts through the yoga pants and keeps gushing in huge waves. I don’t stop. I keep going, riding every pulse, squirting again and again while my whole body convulses. One orgasm crashes into the next, then another one, until I’m a trembling, breathless mess in a giant puddle.