The Art of Romance: marcia imperator

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