Passionate Moments in are you guys fucking right in front of my salad

“are you guys fucking right in front of my salad” opens with soft morning light spilling across white sheets. She wakes alone, hair tousled, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. Fingers slip beneath cotton, tracing lazy circles that quicken as memories flood back. In “are you guys fucking right in front of my salad” her breath hitches when she pinches a nipple, thighs falling open. The shirt rides higher, exposing glistening arousal. She reaches for the vibrator on the nightstand—slow at first, then urgent. “are you guys fucking right in front of my salad” captures every gasp, every tremble, until her entire body tenses and shudders in a sunlit orgasm that leaves her glowing and spent. (192 words)