masturbating park: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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