“f e m b o y p o r n” turns sunrise yoga into pure eroticism. Downward dog shows the outline of her pussy through thin leggings; when she rolls onto her back for happy baby pose in “f e m b o y p o r n,” the fabric is visibly soaked. She doesn’t bother hiding it. Fingers slip beneath the waistband, rubbing slow circles while holding the stretch. The flexibility in “f e m b o y p o r n” is obscene—legs behind her head now, completely open, fingers pumping hard and fast until she comes with a muffled scream into her own thigh, body trembling in the perfect bridge position.