Exploring the Secret Adventures and Life of skinny prone bone

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