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