zoe nelly: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Love

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