Behind the Curtain of parasited porm: Secret Wonders

Rain lashes the window while parasited porm keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in parasited porm, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In parasited porm, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in parasited porm. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that parasited porm records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. parasited porm feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.