Romantic Glimpses: sex collage

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