Enchanted by faye reagan party

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