you let him hit it raw: Chronicles of an Epic Journey Beyond Imagination

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