How often do you stare into the mirror and realize what a fool you’ve become? Once you’re confronted with my flawless yoga-clad derrière, resistance becomes futile. Your mind willingly succumbs to a perilous descent into a gooning frenzy.
You surrender all control, allowing yourself to plunge deeper into the intoxicating haze of my yoga pants. Your sole desire is to worship my yoga-clad posterior.
You’re rendered senseless as I gyrate my booty inches from your face. With each slap of my perfect yoga-clad behind, you can practically feel your brain cells deteriorating. So, just how feeble-minded are you?
