The Intimate Moments of secretary strip

Snow falls outside the cabin window while secretary strip keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in secretary strip. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in secretary strip. 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 secretary strip; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—secretary strip is winter’s hottest contradiction.