Early Bird Yoga - Episode 6

She stretched forward over her mat, spine curving long, ass lifting just enough to draw his eye. Her thighs stayed tight and strong while she held the pose, legs bare beneath the thin fabric of her shorts. He moved behind her, hands settling on her hips, thumbs pressing into the curve of each cheek. She didn't flinch when his fingers slid lower. Instead she eased back against him, feeling the hard line of him through his shorts, the heat of it obvious now. The studio stayed quiet except for their breath. She pushed her hips back farther, grinding slow and deliberate until she felt him twitch. His hand moved to her front, slipping beneath the waistband, finding her wet through the cotton. She kept her arms straight, holding the pose while his fingers worked her clit in tight circles, wet sounds rising between them. When she moaned, the sound carried through the empty room. He pulled her shorts down in one motion, lined himself up, and thrust in deep. She took every inch, knees locked, body trembling with the effort of staying upright. He gripped her hips harder and fucked her there, steady and unhurried, the mat sliding under their knees. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. She pushed back to meet each thrust until her arms gave and she dropped to her elbows, face pressed to the mat, taking him even deeper.