willowhand sky: Stories, Secrets, and Adventures Beyond Imagination

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