06:00
Myra Moans steps into the bedroom mid-sentence, that knowing smirk still on her lips as she pulls you onto the bed with both hands. Legs crossed and sweater off, she leans back against the pillows, already in control. She arches her back, hips sliding forward, whispering instructions as nails drag down your spine. She wraps her legs around your waist, rolling into you with deliberate rhythm, eyes
