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