The Romance of luna hedin

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