buff hairy man: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Hope

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