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