Behind the Curtain of corset cleavage: Secret Desires

Snow falls outside the cabin window during corset cleavage. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with corset cleavage.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “corset cleavage” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “corset cleavage”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “corset cleavage, burn me corset cleavage!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “corset cleavage” as embers pop in answer.