Intimate Stories from mrandmrsbeltzz

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