A Hole New Exercise

Valerie struts through downward dog in the living room, black leggings hugging her ass like someone painted them on. Lysander’s sliding past on the carpet when his sneakers halt. He clocks the view over a perfect round bubble and doesn’t bother hiding it. She catches the stare reflected off the TV, swallows, grins wide like she’d tasted sugar. Valerie lowers her ass slower than anyone needs to just to see what other bold move he’ll keep in his back pocket.