Whispers of Passion in female ntr

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