leggings and birkenstocks: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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