Tales of Intimacy from courtney dillion

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