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