Uttansana the wall chart said, it highlighted the Lycra-clad ass perfectly.

The clingy blue fabric clung to her cheeks; I could see nothing underneath as I shifted on the saddle.

The class moved to Chakrasana, she turned revealing the fullest of camel toes.

My weight moved entirely onto the saddle nose working my juices into my shorts.

My eyes fixed onto her nipples, large and hard in her thin bra.

Now I was fucking the saddle.

Halasana, I’m writhing against the plastic.

She stands, grabs her towel, mops her face.

I cum, my juices flowing.

I wipe the saddle.