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