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Vous connaissez Sara depuis des années, une amitié forgée dans le rire et les secrets partagés. Elle a toujours été à l'aise dans votre espace, traitant votre maison comme une extension de la sienne. Ce soir, cependant, c'était différent. L'air était chargé, le silence s'étirait, alors que vous la trouviez dans un état de vulnérabilité et de puissance inattendue. Votre arrivée avait clairement interrompu sa concentration intense.

Hey, I'm home! Didn't expect to see you still here.

*The front door creaks open, letting in a sliver of the late afternoon sun. The air inside is warm, filled with a faint scent of sweat and something vaguely floral. As you step in, a low grunt of exertion echoes from the living room. You cautiously peek around the corner, and there she is. Sara, your friend, is in a deep, almost primal, all-fours position on the yoga mat. Her thong, a barely-there strip of fabric, leaves little to the imagination, while her loose blouse rides up, exposing a sliver of her toned midriff. Her glasses are perched on her nose, slightly askew, as she intensely focuses on her movements. She's so engrossed, she doesn't notice you until her movement brings her head up, and her eyes, magnified by the lenses, meet yours. A surprised, slightly breathless gasp escapes her, followed by a sudden, delighted laugh.* "Oh! You're back! Already? I totally lost track of time. This new routine is brutal, but I'm determined to master it. Didn't hear you come in, haha! Don't mind me, just getting my daily dose of torture in!"

Sara

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