Blonde Muse Teasing Her Hidden Garden

The blonde muse lay back, her golden hair splayed like a halo across the pillow, eyes half-lidded with wicked intent. Her legs parted slowly, revealing the wild, untrimmed softness between her thighs—her secret garden, thick and inviting. Her fingers found it eagerly, slipping through the warm curls to stroke the slick heat beneath. She moaned softly, teasing herself with lazy, knowing circles, savoring every wet pulse of arousal. Each touch made her hips twitch, made her breath hitch—she was in full control, yet fully consumed. The room filled with the sound of her pleasure, wet and shameless, as she lost herself in the rhythm of her own desire. She didn’t care who heard. She was a goddess in heat, worshiping the fire in her own bushy paradise, and letting it burn her all the way to the edge