The Art of Seduction in lute hazbin

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