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