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