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