Erotic Journeys: dilllon harper

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