things that are infinite: A Journey Into Secrets Unknown

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