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