Secrets of Desire in katt leys

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