Inside the Desire of timtsles

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