Behind the Curtain of sophie rain wedgie: Whispered Secrets

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