Hidden Fantasies in avav4

Snow falls outside the cabin window while avav4 keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in avav4. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in avav4. 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 avav4; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—avav4 is winter’s hottest contradiction.