batting her eyes: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

Soft morning light floods “batting her eyes” as a petite blonde wakes alone, sheets tangled around naked hips. “batting her eyes” follows her lazy exploration—fingertips brushing sensitive skin, lingering where she needs it most. The beauty of “batting her eyes” is its unhurried pace; she savors every second until quiet gasps become desperate cries in “batting her eyes”. When release finally shudders through her in “batting her eyes”, the viewer feels privileged to witness such private ecstasy.