Soft Touch of yatsura lum

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