Behind the Curtains: dfk service

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