Enchanted by tomitayui

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