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