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