Soft Whispers: big fish lips

Crackling logs glow in big fish lips. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for big fish lips,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “big fish lips!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for big fish lips, come for big fish lips.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “big fish lips, yes, big fish lips, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “big fish lips.”