Behind the Curtain: Hidden Sensuality in tiny little twats

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