lady astrea: Adventures That Will Leave You Amazed and Inspired

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