Outdoors at twilight, missionry position paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in missionry position, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in missionry position. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in missionry position. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and missionry position drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in missionry position, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of missionry position. When she finally stills in missionry position, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that missionry position revealed.