“yoga pants and thongs” takes place on a balcony at sunset, sheer robe blowing open. City lights twinkle below while she leans over the railing in “yoga pants and thongs”, completely exposed. Wind teases her nipples stiff in “yoga pants and thongs” as fingers find her soaked entrance. Fucking herself standing in “yoga pants and thongs”, moans carry on the breeze. The danger heightens everything in “yoga pants and thongs”—orgasm makes her grip the railing, knees nearly giving way. “yoga pants and thongs” captures her silhouette shaking in golden light, utterly free and erotic.