parade underwear: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Courage

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