Very hot yoga.

The sounds of a soft gong and tinkling chimes wake you, along with the smell of scented oils. Looking through bleary eyes, you are greeted by the sight of ****-Sook's naked back, as she has her legs splayed out to her sides and she lays down on the floor, crawling forwards with her fingertips, attaining a deep stretch. She holds this pose for a long time, and as she rises, you feel something grow just a tiny bit firmer.

Pretending to still be asleep, you watch her go through a series of poses, your favorite of which is where she's holding one leg straight up by her head and if she turned, you'd have a clear view of her pussy. But she does eventually catch you. Holding her arms straight up, she bends over backwards and winks at you. "Enjoy the show?" she asks, spinning around to present her slightly sweaty front to you.

"I did," you grin, getting up from the couch. Your body creaks and pops loudly as you do so, but you just shrug it off. "Is that how you stay so flexible?"

"Yep. Every morning since I was 17," she smiles, putting her hands on her hips. "If you want to, you could do it with me right now, so that you don't sound like a bag of broken twigs."

You protest that you only sound like this because you slept on the couch, but it's not. You do wake up every morning like that with your joints sounding like popcorn. While you're busy trying to explain that you're fine as you are, ****-Sook kicks her foot up, plops it on your chest and leans forwards. You aren't moved, but you do swallow loudly as you can feel her heat just over your crotch. "You sure about that? Because I could really use your help with stretching some very specific muscles."