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Natacha encourages our practice with a cum-like 'ouiiiiihh'
Katie farted twice today - once well in the middle of the aching silence of Parsvakonasana
Joy, with her sensual blond girl's voice, commands: 'up dog!' 'down dog'. And yet she remains invisible above her big breasts.
Philippe bends over and widely opens my butt-cheeks. An act as dangerous as playing football with a WWII bomb.
After the first deep breath in Savashana I reinvented the antimicrobial coating for communal yoga mats.
To adjust Arnaud in his bottom-up Karnapidasana, Philippe placed his anus on Arnaud's.
X's ujjai breath sounded like a masturbating rugby man.
As I was lying on the smelly mat, soaked with the proliferating sweat of a thousand yoga students, with my head placed just below Liam's feet, I was told to take deep beaths and to relax... My nose and lungs begged for incents.