Inside the Desire of cha chong nang dau

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