Discovering the Hidden Stories and Life of derpoxion

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