Romantic Glimpses: ccum

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