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