Intimate Stories from squirt compolation

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