Hello in Danni, i’m British, with a gorgeous body, real 34DD breasts, I’m fun, like to meet new punters, go to yoga and provide an evening of pleasure! If you are kind and polite to me, the time we spend will be even better and more pleasurable. I’m ready to satisfy you completely!
Danni locked the studio door behind her, the click echoing in the quiet. The last of the evening yoga class had left, mats rolled, candles snuffed. But her pulse was still racing.
She hadn’t expected him to show up.
Tall, quiet, with those unreadable eyes. He’d lingered after class, asked about a GFE session. The way he said “escort services” sent a shiver down her spine.
Now, the studio was empty. Except it wasn’t.
“Didn’t think you’d stay,” she said, turning to find him leaning against the mirrored wall.
“Didn’t think you wanted me to go,” he replied.
Danni raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floor, her body still warm from the class. She stopped just shy of him, close enough to feel the heat off his skin.
“Is this where we stretch?” he teased.
Her laugh was low, a hum in her throat. “Only if you can keep up.”
In one slow motion, she took his hand and guided it to her waist. The silence stretched, thick and charged, like a held breath. Her tank top clung to her, damp from sweat, and his fingers brushed the curve of her back, tentative—then certain.
“You bend pretty well,” he murmured.
“You have no idea.”
The mirror behind them fogged slightly as they pressed together, two shadows tangled in flickering candlelight. Danni leaned into him, letting the tension dissolve into touch, her lips barely grazing his.
Whatever came next wasn’t about yoga. Not anymore.
