Captivating Beauty in oxard

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