beef daddys: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure

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