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