Sensual Journeys with wuthering waves futa

Snow falls outside the cabin window while wuthering waves futa keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in wuthering waves futa. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in wuthering waves futa. 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 wuthering waves futa; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—wuthering waves futa is winter’s hottest contradiction.