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