Morning light spills over “kandie st andrews,” where a sleepy beauty wakes already aching. Sheets twist around her hips as “kandie st andrews” records lazy circles over her clit through cotton panties. She pushes them aside, dipping fingers into warmth while “kandie st andrews” savors every soft whimper. A vibrator hums to life; “kandie st andrews” watches her knees fall open as the toy glides in and out, building a slow, Sunday-morning crescendo. When she finally shudders and soaks the sheets, “kandie st andrews” lingers on her satisfied stretch—pure weekend indulgence.