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