chum tube: The Remarkable Journey You Cannot Miss

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