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In her serene, dimly lit room, adorned with mala beads and incense, our yogi begins her practice, her feet firmly planted on her mat. She flows through her sequence, her body contorting into complex poses, her breath steady and controlled. But as she sinks into a deep pigeon pose, her hands caress her inner thighs, her fingers tracing the wetness that's gathered there. She undulates, her body no longer moving in the controlled manner of yoga, but in the wild, primal dance of desire. Her fingers find their way inside her, her thumb rubbing her clit as she fucks herself with her hand, her body tensing as she comes undone, her yoga practice forgotten in the throes of her orgasm.