Hidden Pleasures in omg its birdman

Morning light spills over “omg its birdman,” where a sleepy beauty wakes already aching. Sheets twist around her hips as “omg its birdman” records lazy circles over her clit through cotton panties. She pushes them aside, dipping fingers into warmth while “omg its birdman” savors every soft whimper. A vibrator hums to life; “omg its birdman” watches her knees fall open as the toy glides in and out, building a slow, Sunday-morning crescendo. When she finally shudders and soaks the sheets, “omg its birdman” lingers on her satisfied stretch—pure weekend indulgence.