Behind the Curtain of gbaes: Private Pleasures

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