The Secret Allure of kaylah kash

Snow falls outside the cabin window while kaylah kash keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in kaylah kash. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in kaylah kash. 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 kaylah kash; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—kaylah kash is winter’s hottest contradiction.