Femme Fit - Episode 1

She moved with the grace of someone who'd spent years perfecting every line of her body. Each muscle caught the light as she stretched, sinews shifting beneath skin that looked soft despite the hardness underneath. Her breath came measured, almost lazy. When she bent forward, her ass rounded tight against the fabric, thighs parting just enough to hint at what lay between. The camera lingered. She spread wider on the mat, core contracting, stomach flattening as she exhaled through the stretch. Sweat gathered between her breasts, slid down the valley, disappearing where the fabric met skin. She held the pose, then rocked back, hips rolling slow, deliberate, like she knew exactly who was watching. The instructor counted, but her attention stayed on her own reflection, on the way her nipples pressed against the thin top with each controlled movement.