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