After the intense yoga session, my stepsister and I found ourselves alone in the room. The heat from the session lingered, making the air thick with anticipation. Our eyes met, and I could see the desire in hers. Slowly, she began to undress me, her fingers tracing every inch of my skin as she peeled away my clothes. The softness of her touch sent shivers down my spine. Finally, we stood bare before each other, our hearts pounding in unison. She wrapped her slender arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and whispered how much she wanted me. Without further hesitation, she lowered herself onto me, meeting my thrusts with moans of pleasure. Our bodies moved together in sync, fueled by the passion that had been building up throughout the class. The room hummed with the sound of our lovemaking, and for those precious moments, all that existed was our connection and passion.
