Revealing Intimate Secrets of dpv breakfast

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