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