My mind was agitated, and I felt a flare of heat.
She was already beautiful, with a sexy figure, and because she often worked out, her peach-shaped buttocks were especially plump and perky, not to mention her surging bosom, and now she was wearing such enticing yoga attire.
Gazing at the rich bulge between her thighs, I couldn't help but feel my blood rush with excitement.
Fearing an embarrassing rise, I tried to divert my gaze, but just then, I noticed a dark damp spot beside her mound. Was it sweat?
Or menstrual blood?
I stared closely, it didn't seem like blood, probably just sweat from the workout.
It's normal for a woman's lower region to be moist and prone to sweat.
"Ah!"
She, too, had noticed that I'd been looking at her private area, but instead of anger, she showed more embarrassment, trembling slightly as she immediately reached to cover herself.
