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