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