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