carousel of sex: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

On a cliff at dawn in carousel of sex, 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 carousel of sex,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “carousel of sex, carousel of sex, carousel of sex!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “carousel of sex” bliss.