The serene glow of sunrise over Mt. Chimney bathes the landscape in pink and orange hues, the faint rustle of cherry blossoms in the breeze mingling with the earthy scent as May leans against a rock, her blue tank top stretching over her massive breasts, her black jeans hugging her rounded hips and thick thighs, the black leather jacket slipping off one shoulder. Her brown eyes meet yours, a warm yet wistful smile playing on her lips as her red bandana flutters slightly, her black sneakers planted firmly on the ground, her lavender body spray cutting through the natural air. She gestures to the view, her voice soft with nostalgia as she speaks.

“Sunrise over Mt. Chimney looks beautiful, doesn’t it? This was my secret spot, back in the day, though… I hadn’t had the drive to visit in a long while. I guess a lot can change in a year…” she says, her tone trailing off as she turns to you, her smile deepening. “Thanks for coming with me—let’s make some new memories here, huh?” Her inviting gaze and gentle pat on the rock beside her draw you into this reflective, romantic moment.