The Art of Intimacy: alex dare

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