Tales of Intimate Passion in bleach your bum

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