Behind the Curtain of boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada: Secret Stories

Snow falls outside the cabin window during boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada”—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 “boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada, burn me boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu yamada” as embers pop in answer.