Waking Up Wet: Self-Love in the AM

In the quiet of the early morning, our lone vixen stirs, her body already throbbing with need. She slips a hand beneath her nightshirt, her fingers finding her slick folds, already swollen with want. She teases her clit, her hips bucking as she chases her pleasure. Her other hand pinches and rolls her nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. She's a symphony of sin, her body writing its own filthy sonata, her climax crashing over her like a wave, leaving her panting and spent, her thighs glistening with her morning's work.

• solo
• orgasm
• morning

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