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