In the bustling city of New York, there was a man named Ethan who had a peculiar fascination for women in side yoga pants. The way they accentuated every curve of a woman’s body, revealing just the right amount of skin, drove him wild.
One day, while walking down the street, he spotted a woman standing near a building, partially nude, with only her side yoga pants on. She was leaning against the wall, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Ethan’s heart raced as he approached her, unable to take his eyes off her perfect body.
As he got closer, he realized that she was touching herself, her fingers tracing circles around her clit. Ethan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life.
