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In the quiet of her home, she rolls out her mat, her body a supple landscape of curves and lines. She flows through downward dog, her ass high, her feet firm on the ground. She's not just after flexibility; she craves the release, the rush of blood, the building tension. She brings her hands between her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds, rubbing, pressing, until she's gasping, her body trembling as she finds her climax, her yoga practice complete.