Let me sit on that face after a good training

You can't take your eyes off the way those yoga pants cling to every curve, tracing the exact shape of what's being offered to you.

You feel the heat rising before any contact is made, your pulse already betraying how badly you want this. You imagine the weight settling onto you, slow and deliberate, demanding your full attention and nothing less.

You earn this — every breathless second of it. You've watched the workout, the sweat, the discipline, and now you get to taste the reward pressed right against your mouth.