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