scuir: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Triumph

Golden sunrise bathes her naked body in scuir. Still half-asleep, she rolls onto her stomach, hips grinding lazily against a firm pillows. The slow hump builds into urgent thrusts, ass bouncing as she chases release. scuir loves the sleepy whimpers that turn into full-throated moans when she comes hard, face buried in the mattress. Not done, she flips over, spreads wide, and uses both hands—one inside, one on her clit—until a second, even stronger orgasm makes her thighs clamp shut and tremble.