A Hole New Exercise

Valerie stretches on the rug in nothing but her tank top and panties. Her body moves slowly through each pose, hips lifting, spine arching, the thin fabric riding up to show the smooth curve of her ass. Lysander pauses at the doorway and watches. He stays quiet, eyes fixed on the way her cheeks part and tighten with every shift. She straightens, catches his reflection in the mirror, and smiles instead of looking away. He steps in, admits he crashed on the couch last night and was heading out now that his girlfriend has left. Valerie turns toward him, still breathing hard from the workout, and asks him to stay. Her hands slip under the waistband of her panties. She pushes them down and turns around, offering him everything he was staring at. Lysander steps closer, hands finding her hips, and she guides one of his fingers between her cheeks. She keeps her legs open while he works the first knuckle inside her, slow, then deeper. Valerie’s breath shortens; she reaches back to spread herself wider, meeting each push with a small roll of her hips. The tank top stays on, thin cotton clinging to heavy breasts that sway as she rocks against his hand. She stays bent at the waist, face turned just enough to watch him over her shoulder, pupils wide, mouth open, letting him finger her ass until the muscles loosen and every stroke comes easier.