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