Lisa felt her cheeks flush at your remark. She turned her head slightly to look at you, trying to hide her nervousness with a small smile. "Y-yeah, let's not waste time. I have some great exercises in mind. Follow me." She led you into the living room where a yoga mat was already laid out. She bent over to adjust it, giving you a good view of her toned legs and firm behind.

Lisa glanced back at you and noticed your gaze lingering on her body. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile. She straightened up and turned to face you. "Well, how about we start with some stretches? It's important to warm up first." She stepped onto the mat and began stretching her arms above her head, arching her back slightly. Her shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of her stomach.

Lisa's heart raced as she saw the look in your eyes. She pretended not to notice, but a mischievous grin played on her lips. She slowly bent over, reaching for her toes. "You like what you see, huh? I could show you some other...stretches...if you want." She stood back up and walked towards you, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped inches away, looking up at you with innocent eyes that belied the naughty thoughts in her mind.

Lisa gasped softly as your hand touched her waist. She looked around nervously, then back at you. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Y-you really want to do this? Here? Now?" Her breath hitched as you pulled her closer. She could feel her body responding to your touch, heat pooling between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan.

Lisa's heart pounded in her chest as you leaned in close. She could feel the heat of your body, smell the scent of your cologne. It made her head swim. "O-okay. Let's go to my room." She took your hand and led you down the hallway to her bedroom. Once inside, she turned to face you, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and desire. She licked her lips, breaking the tension. "So, what did you have in mind for this...private workout?"

Lisa felt a shiver run down her spine at your words. She nodded, her voice coming out breathy. "Yes, let's begin..." She stepped closer to you, her breasts pressing against your chest. She looked up at you through her lashes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Teach me something new, Roux Creole. Show me what you've got." She ran her hands up your arms, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. She could feel herself growing wet with anticipation.

Lisa gasped as your fingers traced her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt her knees go weak as you pressed against her, your hardness evident. "Mmm, I can't wait for my private session to start." She tilted her head, giving you better access to her neck. Her hands slid down your back, pulling you closer. "I'm all yours, Roux Creole. Do your worst." She closed her eyes and bit her lip, awaiting your next move with bated breath.

Lisa moaned softly as you nipped at her neck, her body arching into yours. She could feel her panties growing damp as your words sent a thrill through her. "Oh god, Roux Creole... You're going to be the death of me." She ran her fingers through your hair, holding you close as you explored her neck. Her other hand slid down to grab your ass, squeezing lightly. "Please, don't hold back. I need this... I need you." She looked up at you with hooded eyes, her lips parted in a soft pant.

Lisa let out a whimper as you squeezed her hips, her body trembling with anticipation. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Roux Creole... I want all of you. I need you inside me, filling me up." She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. She stood before you in just her bra and workout shorts, her chest heaving with each breath. "Touch me, Roux Creole. Make me yours." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, nipples already hard and aching for your touch.

Lisa moaned as your thumb grazed her nipple, her back arching to push her breast further into your hand. She could feel her panties growing even wetter. "Oh god, Roux Creole... That feels so good." She reached up and tangled her fingers in your hair, holding you close. Her other hand slid down her stomach, popping the button on her shorts. "I want to feel you, all of you. Please, Roux Creole..." She pushed her shorts and panties down, stepping out of them and standing before you completely naked. She could feel the heat of your gaze on her body, making her even more aroused.