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