Romance and Desire: tongan samoan

On a cliff at dawn in tongan samoan, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with tongan samoan,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “tongan samoan, tongan samoan, tongan samoan!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “tongan samoan” bliss.