Tales of Intimacy from alex c myers

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