La lezione di yoga finisce nella tua bocca
You booked a private yoga session to learn how to relax. Loosen the back. Learn to breathe. Just you and me, door closed, no one else in the building. And that's exactly what I'm going to give you. At first… I'll drop my voice to the kind that makes your knees weak and put you on the mat. Slow folds. Deep hip openers. My body stretching right in front of you. I'll watch your cock strain against your pants and say nothing. Not yet. Then I'll make you hold it. Folded in half, ten more breaths, feeling every inch of that pressure in your pants. By the tenth you'll be leaking right through the fabric and I'll say it out loud, how hard you are, how wet you are, how turned on. And you'll hold anyway. Don't touch. Don't move. Don't you dare. Then my hands go to your thighs and I open you up wide, and I tell you this is release. Tension leaving your body. Breathe through it. You'll believe me. Your whole body will be melting into the mat, cock aching, hole clenching around nothing. And that's when I'll give you the REAL method. The private one. The one I don't teach to groups, and the one I'd never put in writing. I'll fold you deeper than you've ever been folded. Deeper than you think your body can go. Knees to your head, spine curling, cock arched toward your own waiting mouth, and I'll hold you there. Perfectly still. Straining, sweating, drooling, legs burning, tongue out, so close you can taste your own skin. Then I'll take your head in my hands. And I won't let go until you finish what you started. You'll understand when you get there why this is the ultimate relaxation method. You booked it. Now get on the mat.