Embracing Sensuality: rule 34 bath

Snow falls outside the cabin window while rule 34 bath keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in rule 34 bath. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in rule 34 bath. 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 rule 34 bath; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—rule 34 bath is winter’s hottest contradiction.