I saw you in yoga class checking me out - you conveniently put your mat behind me. Was the view good, you fucking pervert? Sweetie, I know perverted men like you and I’m going to take that perversion to manipulate you. Watching me do yoga, I bet you were wondering what my ass smelled like and wondering how to hit on me - not that you’d ever have the nerve to approach a woman like me. Now that I caught you, you’re going to beg to worship my stinky, sweaty yoga pants. I want to hear you beg for me to wring these sweaty yoga pants out in your mouth, you little pervert. I want to know how it makes you feel to beg to worship the sweat of a beautiful dominant woman. I bet you were thinking about what this ass smelled like and what this sweaty pussy tasted like the whole class. Be a good yoga perv and beg to worship my toned perfect body. I love men who accept what a pervert they are and give me everything I want - because I deserve it. My body demands worship - from my toes to my smelly sweaty pits. This is what you’ve thought about all yoga class, too pathetic to even ask me out on a date. You’re so weak for my yoga pants, weak for my smell, so sit there stroking. Take a nice deep breath, thinking of what my sweaty pussy smells like. You’re going to start paying for my yoga classes so you can keep setting up behind me each class, and always have the perfect view. I love teasing men like you, and I knew you’d become my desperate yoga pants worshiper…