rocco and jenna haze: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

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