On a cliff at dawn in may i touch your cock and honor it?, 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 may i touch your cock and honor it?,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “may i touch your cock and honor it?, may i touch your cock and honor it?, may i touch your cock and honor it?!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “may i touch your cock and honor it?” bliss.