By the fireplace’s warm flicker, star 771 paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “star 771.” The friction builds deliciously in star 771, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “star 771” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in star 771, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “star 771” like a prayer.