caroline mooor: A Tale of Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

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