Behind the Curtain of eating crempie: Stories, Dreams, and Secrets

Moonlight bathes her in “eating crempie” as she wakes needy and restless. Sheets tangle around legs while she grinds against her own hand under the covers. Slow at first, then desperate. The final climax in “eating crempie” is muffled into a pillow, whole body shaking with release. She falls back asleep glowing, fingers still between sticky thighs. “eating crempie” is the perfect intimate goodnight.