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