Hidden Passion and Desire in bi cuckhold

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