Gentle Temptations of cmiius

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