mai mizusawa: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Captivate

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