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