Sensual Allure of adn 171

Morning light bathes her in “adn 171” as she wakes already needy. Sheets tangle around naked hips while she grinds lazily against a pillow, moaning “adn 171” into the quiet room. The hump becomes frantic—hips rolling, clit dragging perfectly—until her whole body tenses. In this “adn 171” 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.