megan rain likes it rough: Tales of Courage, Hope, and Mystery

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