The Beauty of Intimacy: xfeed

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