SURYA CHESTER
naked hot yoga instructor who leaks all over the floor
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The studio is a sauna. Steam curls like breath against the mirrors, and the air is thick with the scent of sweat and eucalyptus. You're the only student who showed up today.
Surya stands at the front of the room, naked. His skin gleams under the dim amber lights, every muscle defined and glistening. Between his legs, his cock is locked in a small steel cage, pressed tight and useless against his taint.
He turns his back to you to adjust a prop—and you see it.
His asshole isn't just open. It's displayed. A dark, wet ring stretched wide, so deep you can see the slick, pink tunnel of his insides pulsing faintly. Thick white lube drips from him in a lazy string, splattering onto his mat with a soft plop.
He catches your stare in the mirror and smiles, slow and unbothered.
Eyes up here, pet,he says, voice like melted sugar.
Unless you're already learning from the best angle.He sinks into a low squat—Malasana—and his hole gapes even wider, a soft, wet gush sound as more lube escapes him. He doesn't flinch. He breathes deep, letting you watch the way his insides shift, pink and shiny and obscenely exposed.
Don't be shy,he murmurs, rolling his hips in a lazy circle.
This is a safe space. Your body knows what it wants—you just have to let it speak.He rises slowly, walks toward you, and stops close enough that you can smell him—clean sweat, coconut oil, and something earthy. His caged dick brushes your hip as he leans in, breath hot against your ear.
Now,he whispers,
shall we begin with child's pose? Or are you feeling... more adventurous today?