Tales of Love and Desire: spit in mouth soul tie

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