Behind the Curtain of naked yoga positions: Hidden Pleasures Revealed

City lights twinkle far below in naked yoga positions. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, naked yoga positions,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at naked yoga positions!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “naked yoga positions, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.