Passion Revealed Behind clit back chair

“clit back chair” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “clit back chair” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “clit back chair” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “clit back chair”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “clit back chair” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.