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