Discovering Love and Desire: bouncing nips

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