Discovering Hidden Beauty in cumming in my mom

Snow falls outside the cabin window while cumming in my mom keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in cumming in my mom. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in cumming in my mom. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in cumming in my mom; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—cumming in my mom is winter’s hottest contradiction.