I’m doing yoga in the living room, right in front of the couch.<br> Wearing tiny shorts and a tight little top that hugs every curve of my body —<br> my waist, my thighs, my full, perky tits.<br>I stretch slowly, moving through deep poses,<br> flexible, glistening with a soft layer of sweat.<br> And I don’t even flinch when the door opens behind me.<br>He steps in — his eyes instantly locked on my body.<br> Watching how I move, how my ass rises with each pose.<br> He’s not even hiding it.<br>I stand tall, arms above my head, arching my back, stretching with slow, sensual grace.<br> He walks closer, says something — but we both know this isn’t about talking.<br>He sits down on the couch, spreading his legs a little,<br> settling in to watch me like I’m the show.<br>I can feel his desire, thick in the air between us.<br> So I give him what he came for.<br>I peel off my top slowly, revealing my bare breasts — soft, full, and begging to be touched.<br> Then I crawl toward him on my knees,

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