stormy dabiels: Tales of Hope, Love, and Triumph

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