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In the quiet of her studio, she bends and twists, her yoga attire leaving little to the imagination. The hem of her skirt inches up, revealing the curve of her ass, her panties barely covering her. She pauses, looking at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She reaches down, running her fingers along the edge of her panties, then slips them inside, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her body trembles as she brings herself to the edge, then falls over, her orgasm racking her body, her juices coating her fingers.