Soft Emotions in naked yoga on the beach

naked yoga on the beach stars pilot Natalie in the cockpit of a private jet at 30,000 feet. Autopilot engaged, she unzips her uniform, revealing lace beneath. The hum of engines matches her vibrator at first in naked yoga on the beach, but soon her co-pilot’s hands replace silicone. Turbulence rocks them harder together in naked yoga on the beach, seatbelt signs long ignored. At cruising altitude in naked yoga on the beach, they join the mile-high club with muffled cries against the yoke, clouds rushing past windows as they come undone together.