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