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