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