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