Tales of Erotic Passion and Romance in cute cotton thongs

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