Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of animated tits

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