Sensual Explorations in its kaitie cali

Snow falls outside the cabin window during its kaitie cali. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with its kaitie cali.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “its kaitie cali” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “its kaitie cali”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “its kaitie cali, burn me its kaitie cali!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “its kaitie cali” as embers pop in answer.