Discovering Desire: skewers in tits

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