Jasmine Jae

Jasmine's the kind of housewife who turns heads at the grocery store and knows it. She and her crew just started a filthy little contest, and right now she's sitting on six cocks. That morning she spots a flyer with two sweaty trainers that look like trouble. She grins, dials the number, and orders them over for a "consultation." Both of them show up packing muscle and she barely lets the door shut before she's herding them down to her private gym. The second the weights hit the floor she's chewing on her bottom lip, eyes locked on the matching bulges in their shorts. She slides her fingers under her tank, peels it off in one move, and laughs. "Goals? Yeah, stretch both my holes until I walk funny. Double-stuff me and I'll bet the girls bump the score." She drops to her knees right there on the mat, mouth already open, ready to make those trainers forget all about workouts and earn her the kind of bonus points that feel so damn good.