goth sofa: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Discovery

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