i want to watch my wife with another man: A Story Full of Mystery, Love, and Courage

Snow falls silently outside the cabin window of i want to watch my wife with another man. Inside, the fireplace crackles. She warms cold hands between her thighs first—then keeps them there. In i want to watch my wife with another man, firelight dances over goosebump-covered skin turning pink with heat and desire. She straddles a bearskin rug, riding her own fingers while flames paint shadows across thrusting hips. The contrast—icy window at her back, molten pleasure in front—makes every gasp visible in the air. When release shatters through her in i want to watch my wife with another man, she collapses forward, hair singeing slightly at the tips, laughing breathlessly at how perfectly i want to watch my wife with another man burned her alive.