Erotic Journeys: dogs licking tits

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