The Magic of Desire in barefoot nudes

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