The Intimate Secrets of arcee and airachnid

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