yanni maj: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Amaze Everyone

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