Tales of Desire Captured in annie washing

Snow falls outside the cabin window while annie washing keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in annie washing. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in annie washing. 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 annie washing; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—annie washing is winter’s hottest contradiction.