The Magic of Desire in gringas de estados unidos

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