Behind the Curtain of sophiaasweet: Incredible Stories

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