The Secret World of "we should be"

Soft morning light floods “we should be” as a petite blonde wakes alone, sheets tangled around naked hips. “we should be” follows her lazy exploration—fingertips brushing sensitive skin, lingering where she needs it most. The beauty of “we should be” is its unhurried pace; she savors every second until quiet gasps become desperate cries in “we should be”. When release finally shudders through her in “we should be”, the viewer feels privileged to witness such private ecstasy.