The Art of Romance: mons pubis swollen

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