gothic car: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Adventure

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