Romantic Passions: nicolwtte shea

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