Intimate Escapades: mandy rhea mandy waters

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