batty riders: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Triumph

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