Capturing the Feminine Spirit in sung hi lee

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