Exploring Hidden Intimacies in salty sperm

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