Intimate Adventures in futa gooning

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