Behind the Curtain of straight femboy: Secret Paths

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