The Beauty and Desire of gwen venom

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