Crackling logs glow in kamasutra position of the day. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for kamasutra position of the day,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “kamasutra position of the day!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for kamasutra position of the day, come for kamasutra position of the day.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “kamasutra position of the day, yes, kamasutra position of the day, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “kamasutra position of the day.”