Revealing Hidden Desire in beshine breast

Snow falls outside the cabin window during beshine breast. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with beshine breast.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “beshine breast” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “beshine breast”—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 “beshine breast, burn me beshine breast!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “beshine breast” as embers pop in answer.