rule34 ahri: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Dreams

Morning light bathes her in “rule34 ahri” as she wakes already needy. Sheets tangle around naked hips while she grinds lazily against a pillow, moaning “rule34 ahri” into the quiet room. The hump becomes frantic—hips rolling, clit dragging perfectly—until her whole body tenses. In this “rule34 ahri” 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.