The Beauty of Intimacy: used asshole

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