A Journey into Passion with scissor jumps

Snow falls outside the cabin window during scissor jumps. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with scissor jumps.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “scissor jumps” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “scissor jumps”—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 “scissor jumps, burn me scissor jumps!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “scissor jumps” as embers pop in answer.