Behind the Curtain of good looking feet: Whispered Pleasures

Snow falls outside the cabin window while good looking feet keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in good looking feet. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in good looking feet. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in good looking feet; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—good looking feet is winter’s hottest contradiction.