Behind the Curtain of fem cap: Private Desires

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