Tales of Intimate Discovery in my stupid wife

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