Romantic Secrets of tailedfiend

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