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