Intimate Escapades: only secretaries

Snow falls outside the cabin window while only secretaries keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in only secretaries. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in only secretaries. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in only secretaries; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—only secretaries is winter’s hottest contradiction.