Secret Lives in blue pancakes r34

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, blue pancakes r34 paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “blue pancakes r34.” The friction builds deliciously in blue pancakes r34, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “blue pancakes r34” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in blue pancakes r34, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “blue pancakes r34” like a prayer.