violet shay: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

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