cum on her toast: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope

Snow falls outside the cabin window while cum on her toast keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in cum on her toast. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in cum on her toast. 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 cum on her toast; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—cum on her toast is winter’s hottest contradiction.