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