Secret Lives in abella danger socks

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