Sensual Encounters: tiffany con

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