candylandrule 34: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Reality

Snow falls outside the cabin window during candylandrule 34. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with candylandrule 34.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “candylandrule 34” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “candylandrule 34”—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 “candylandrule 34, burn me candylandrule 34!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “candylandrule 34” as embers pop in answer.