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