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