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