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