Sophie's chest thrust forward dramatically, those massive breasts nearly spilling out completely as she looked over her shoulder at him with a small, knowing smile.
"You're not even breaking a sweat with that weight, Stan," she purred, her voice dripping with admiration, Sophie was curious, but she didn't press him for answers.
She knew enough about fitness and the human body to understand that no steroid, no performance enhancer, no amount of "juice" could make someone casually lift that kind of weight.
That much, she was absolutely certain of.
Yet Stan was standing right in front of her, handling it as though it weighed almost nothing at all.
As she moved back into Downward Dog, she made it deliberately slower, rolling her spine vertebra by vertebra, letting her ass sway from side to side.
The motion made her cheeks bounce and jiggle enticingly, the seam of her pants disappearing between her plump folds.
