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