Morning sunlight spills across white sheets in david couch, where she wakes already hungry. She stretches languidly, murmuring “david couch” as her palms glide over warm skin. The camera worships her in david couch, zooming slowly from tousled hair to the soft mound between her thighs. She spreads wide for david couch, fingers slipping easily into slick heat, pumping gently while her thumb teases her clit. Each moan of “david couch” grows louder, syncing with the wet sounds filling the room. Her free hand pinches a rosy nipple, heightening every sensation in david couch until her back bows and toes curl. The orgasm crashes through her like golden light, leaving her trembling and whispering “david couch” in sweet afterglow.