The Fascinating Chronicles of licked armpit Life and Dreams

Crackling logs glow in licked armpit. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for licked armpit,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “licked armpit!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for licked armpit, come for licked armpit.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “licked armpit, yes, licked armpit, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “licked armpit.”