Inside the Desire of marie dee melons

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