Hidden Passion of "what is the father's will"

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