The Feminine Mystique of com

Morning light bathes the bedroom in “com” as a petite redhead wakes already needy. “com” begins with sheets tangled around naked hips, her hand disappearing beneath. In “com”, sleepy moans turn hungry while she grinds against her palm, nipples tight in the cool air. “com” captures every roll of her hips, every flutter of lashes when pleasure spikes. The climax in “com” is soft yet intense—she bites the pillow to muffle cries, body shaking in sweet release. “com” fades out on her lazy, satisfied stretch, the perfect wake-up erotic dream.