najed yoga: A Journey Into Secrets Unknown

Naked under the full moon in najed yoga, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “najed yoga” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “najed yoga… najed yoga… harder najed yoga!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “najed yoga” trails.