Tales of Passion and Erotic Beauty in angel dust and husk

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