Come here, she purrs, already half-naked on the mat like she owns the place. Long nails trace circles around his belt buckle while her free hand cups saggy tits that’ve seen more than their share of fun. One knee sinks onto the mat first—purple socks still clinging—and then that look: lips parted just enough to make him wonder if he’s ready for what comes next. Her tongue flicks out first, teasing the head before taking him deep in one smooth motion. Throat bulges as she pulls back slow, mascara smudged from gripping his hips too tight. When she finally flips onto her back and hooks those legs over his shoulders? The yoga mat’s gonna need replacing after tonight.