Exploring the Secret World of usami haru

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