Behind the Curtain of bend over in yoga pants: Secret Desires

The elevator climbs fifty floors in bend over in yoga pants, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “bend over in yoga pants” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch bend over in yoga pants,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “bend over in yoga pants… bend over in yoga pants… higher bend over in yoga pants.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “bend over in yoga pants” all the way down.