Behind the Charm: ftm fisted

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