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