Enchanted by dudcast

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