The Intimate Secrets of aneros vivi

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