Behind the Curtain of yoga fart: Hidden Passions

Silk blindfold and wrists tied loosely above her head set the scene in “yoga fart”. The bound beauty in “yoga fart” writhes as feathers and fingertips tease everywhere except where she craves most. Finally, in “yoga fart”, her own restrained hand is guided between soaked folds. “yoga fart” records every desperate buck of hips chasing friction, every muffled plea. When permission comes in “yoga fart”, she rubs furiously, climax ripping through her bound body like lightning. “yoga fart” ends with the blindfold removed, eyes dazed and utterly sated.