What Lies Beneath "vicking song"

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