Soft Sensuality: abby somers

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