Tales of Desire and Passion Revealed in hairymuffs

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