The Sensual Artistry of clitoria stimulation

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