Twice As Flexible

Veronica walked in carrying her mat, wearing leggings that hugged every curve. The two guys stopped mid-sentence when they saw her—Lorenzo Viota and Emmanuel Torquemada, both on break, paint buckets still open. She blinked, caught off guard. "Sorry, didn’t know you were here," she said. They waved it off. "Your house, your rules," Lorenzo told her. That was all the permission she needed. She spread the mat and started moving. Simple stretches at first—arms over her head, chest lifted, back arched. Their eyes tracked the motion. When she folded forward, palms flat, ass high, the fabric stretched tight across her natural curves. She held the pose longer than usual, giving them a clear view. Then she glanced back, caught them staring, and smiled to herself. She rolled onto her back, brought her knees to her chest, then split her legs wide into a deep stretch. The men shifted on the couch, hard and trying not to show it. Veronica liked the heat of their attention. She rolled her hips slowly, held each pose, breathed through parted lips. Her voice came out light and teasing. "You want a better look?" she asked, already pulling them closer with her eyes. They didn’t hesitate. She stayed on her back, thighs still open, heart steady while they approached.