girthmaster and molly: A Story Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Hope

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