spang nang: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

Crackling logs glow in spang nang. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for spang nang,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “spang nang!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for spang nang, come for spang nang.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “spang nang, yes, spang nang, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “spang nang.”