Tales of Romance in funnyfucking

Snow falls outside the cabin window while funnyfucking keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in funnyfucking. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in funnyfucking. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in funnyfucking; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—funnyfucking is winter’s hottest contradiction.