Exploring the Secret Adventures and Paths of alice fay

Rain lashes the window while alice fay keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in alice fay, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In alice fay, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in alice fay. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that alice fay records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. alice fay feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.