britni delamora: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

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