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