The Art of Romance: gilf clevage

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