Intimate Desires: pocket pusay

Morning light bathes her in “pocket pusay” as she wakes already needy. Sheets tangle around naked hips while she grinds lazily against a pillow, moaning “pocket pusay” into the quiet room. The hump becomes frantic—hips rolling, clit dragging perfectly—until her whole body tenses. In this “pocket pusay” she comes with soft, sleepy cries, thighs trembling, then licks her own sweetness from her fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.