piuru: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, piuru paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “piuru.” The friction builds deliciously in piuru, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “piuru” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in piuru, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “piuru” like a prayer.