escort diary® of Alma Noire: Morning Pussy Confessions!! Diary of a Wicked Morning! Soaked Sheets, Satisfied Me
This morning I woke up with my sheets tangled around my thighs, my body still humming from the dreams that refused to let me rest. I was wet before my eyes even opened, aching in that delicious way that only my fingers know how to soothe.
I love that lazy, indulgent moment before I step out of bed — the secret ritual that makes me smile all day. I slid my hand between my thighs and let my fingers trace the heat waiting for me. Slow circles first, just to tease myself, just to hear that soft gasp spill from my lips. The world outside my bedroom didn’t matter; I was my own lover, greedy and insatiable.
Every little flick sent sparks through my body, my hips rolling against my own hand. I spread my legs wider, arching off the sheets, chasing the rush I knew was coming. My moans grew louder, shameless, as wave after wave of pleasure took me under. One wasn’t enough — never enough. I came again, trembling, then again, my body begging for more until I was left shivering, wet, and grinning like a wicked girl who had just broken all the rules.
By the time I finally slipped out of bed, my hair was a mess, my skin glowed, and my pussy throbbed like a secret I carried under my dress. That’s how I start my day — dripping, delicious, and ready to drive the world crazy with the way I look at them, knowing exactly what I’ve just done.
Alma Noire
