shaffire ts: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Love

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