Inside the Passionate World of soft white underbelly luna

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