Moonlight bathes her in “beefcake marcus is the boss” as she wakes needy and restless. Sheets tangle around legs while she grinds against her own hand under the covers. Slow at first, then desperate. The final climax in “beefcake marcus is the boss” is muffled into a pillow, whole body shaking with release. She falls back asleep glowing, fingers still between sticky thighs. “beefcake marcus is the boss” is the perfect intimate goodnight.