athazel: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

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