Hidden Love Stories: la bella anderson

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