Early Bird Yoga - Episode 2

The instructor moved behind Maya at sunrise, her hands pressing into the bend of her hips, thumbs sliding under the hem of Maya's shorts. Maya pushed her ass back into that touch without thinking, and the woman behind her gave a low, pleased hum that slid straight between Maya's legs. When the class folded forward, the instructor's palm cupped Maya's cunt through the thin fabric, pressing once, firm, then gone. Maya stayed bent, thighs trembling, wetness blooming against the gusset of her shorts. By the final pose the room had emptied. Maya stayed on her mat, knees wide, and the instructor knelt between them, pulling the shorts aside with two fingers and licking a slow stripe up Maya's slit. Maya came with her fingers twisted in the woman's hair, quiet and shaking, the first light catching on sweat at her collarbones.