Snow capped hills, wintry chills. Dew drops hanging from my nose, those are the things in this wonderful scene that remind me of how to keep warm.
With your hand in my pocket, you arms wrapped round me like a winter snow. Your face is chilled but all I can see is your juicy red nose. The snow starts to fall, as it had before but with larger flakes to come. We race to find shelter, with nothing but a flask of hot tea. The trees are bare, they stand like skeletons, their branches quiver with ice. At last we stumble on this tiny cave, our shelter small but humble. With hands that shake I gather some kindle and hastily make flames to keep warm. As your hands reclaim colour, sensations came racing back. I take off my jacket, lie down upon my back. We snuggle up as the fire crackles, creating this wonderful glow.
Slowly my hand fumbles for your zip. You hold no bounds as I nuzzle my mouth around your nips. You moan for more. My finger finds your juicy warm hole. You throw your head back, you widen your legs. I steady my hand, stare into your eyes. All around is silent as the snow.. it echoes its wintry sound. You push my head between your legs.. I taste your wanton clit...flick flick flick, quicken the pace, I check out your face, you're lost in this tiny place. You dig your nails in the back of my neck as I bring you to a shivering climax. Kiss me slow, kiss me quick, as I lick your cream from my lips. Come lay a while, as you plant a smile on my once frozen, but now thawed out face. We wait for the storm to clear, with echoing sounds of snow as it's beautiful decorative flakes flow and swirl to the ground.