Tales of Love and Desire: andrea ms howard stern

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