Yoga Bitch Beat Down

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”

I chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”

She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.

Yoga Bitch Beat Down

I started to stalk toward her, and even tho she’s taller, she cowers til her back bumps into the locker. She’s almost twice my age, but that doesn’t matter to me. She swallows tightly and looks around for help. My friends are the only other women in the locker room, so no help is coming to your cunt of a wife. I use my long, manicured finger to stab at her shoulder. “Asking nicely might have changed things, but since you wanna be a fucking cunt with no context, let me fill you in.” I rip at her thin sports bra, the material barely hanging on as it is. “Those calls were from my mom; my grandpa is in the hospital.” Her mouth drops open in guilty shock. Both at my words and her now exposed boobs. Saggy compared to my young, tight, perky tits.

I slap her face, which makes her head flick to the side, her hair flowing with it. “Shut your mouth, you don’t get to be shocked now.” Her hand flies to her face. She looks scared but attempts to shove me back.

“You can’t do this,” her voice is shaky but shrill. The sound cuts off when I pants her. Her knees knot together, her hands trying to cover her granny panties, and my friends burst in cackles. “Stop,” She whimpers, and I mock her.

“Stttawwpppp.” I grab her hair and throw her to the floor. Her leggings were tangled around her calves as I stood over her and pulled her panties up her ass in a massive wedgie that had her kicking her legs and trying to grab for me.

One of my friends grabs her wrists and stretches her out between the benches on the floor. She is horrified and trying to struggle, but we’re younger and stronger. I slap at her thighs and force her legs open after ripping her panties off her. It’s hard not to laugh when I stuff them into her mouth and tell her I can’t relax with all the noise she’s making.

My friends keep laughing and mocking her, and I slide my hand up her inner thigh. Those big, wide eyes of hers rattle in her head as she shakes her head no, but with an evil smirk, I sink my long nails into her pussy. “So fucking dry. I bet your husband never gets hard for an old bitch like you.”

“Maybe we go to her house and give him some young pussy” Abby laughs, and I nod. Roughly finger fucking her till her body betrays her and she moans. “The old cow likes it,” Sara adds. Tears leak from your wife’s eyes, and drool pours from her gagged mouth.

Your wife thrashes and tries to free herself, but humps against my fingers. I spit on her face as she tenses. Then Abby rubs my saliva into her face. “She’s gonna fucking cum, Kay!” Abby laughs and sits her ass on your wife’s face. Smothering her in her sweaty yoga leggings as she cums on my fingers. Maybe she’ll think twice before becoming a fucking Karen again!

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