Discovering the Fascinating Life of potn hob

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