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