pawg comp: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Discovery

Snow falls outside the cabin window while pawg comp keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in pawg comp. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in pawg comp. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in pawg comp; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—pawg comp is winter’s hottest contradiction.