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