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