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