twitter pirn: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

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