She came for a private morning yoga session…
But the tension in her hips wasn’t the only thing that needed release.
He noticed every moan, every slow stretch in her tight leggings — especially the ones with that perfect little hole.
When she bent forward in downward dog, he couldn’t resist anymore.
She didn’t stop him.
What started as yoga turned into deep, sensual thrusts — right through the leggings.
He fucked her like a disciplined student deserved.
And when she came, she was still wearing them.
Tight. Wet. Perfect.
