By the fireplace’s warm flicker, lara horse 3 paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “lara horse 3.” The friction builds deliciously in lara horse 3, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “lara horse 3” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in lara horse 3, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “lara horse 3” like a prayer.