my dad touched me: An Epic Tale of Courage and Destiny

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