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Valerie was bent over in downward dog when Lysander wandered through. The tight black yoga pants stretched like skin across her hips. He stopped. Couldn't look away. His eyes locked on the curve of her ass, the thin fabric pressing into every inch. Smiled to himself. Got comfortable against the doorway, arms folded, letting himself take his time. Valerie straightened up and caught the reflection of him staring in the window. Turned around, arched an eyebrow. He cleared his throat, held up his hands like he got caught with his dick out. Told her he'd crashed there last night and was just about to bounce now that her roommate had gone in for work. She just laughed. Said if he was gonna stand there perving on her ass, he could at least do something with it. Pulled the tank top over her head, shook her tits free. Walked over, shoved her yoga pants and panties down in one yank. He stepped in, hard already, grabbed her hips and turned her around. Fucked her right there with her palms flat on the mat and yoga timer still ticking on the tablet. every slap of skin echoing through the empty apartment. She came messy, screaming, knees trembling before he pulled out and painted her lower back. then walked out with her own hoodie half zipsd, his sticky calling card drying on her spine.
Valerie was bent over in downward dog when Lysander wandered through. The tight black yoga pants stretched like skin across her hips. He stopped. Couldn't look away. His eyes locked on the curve of her ass, the thin fabric pressing into every inch. Smiled to himself. Got comfortable against the doorway, arms folded, letting himself take his time. Valerie straightened up and caught the reflection of him staring in the window. Turned around, arched an eyebrow. He cleared his throat, held up his hands like he got caught with his dick out. Told her he'd crashed there last night and was just about to bounce now that her roommate had gone in for work. She just laughed. Said if he was gonna stand there perving on her ass, he could at least do something with it. Pulled the tank top over her head, shook her tits free. Walked over, shoved her yoga pants and panties down in one yank. He stepped in, hard already, grabbed her hips and turned her around. Fucked her right there with her palms flat on the mat and yoga timer still ticking on the tablet. every slap of skin echoing through the empty apartment. She came messy, screaming, knees trembling before he pulled out and painted her lower back. then walked out with her own hoodie half zipsd, his sticky calling card drying on her spine.