Hidden Passion Revealed: risten scott

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