marta la croft pov: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Discovery

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