Heat at the Fireplace

Gracie Glam stands by the fireplace, body bare except for the glow of the fire. She moves with slow certainty, letting the light slide over every curve as if the warmth itself touches her. Her dark hair falls loose down her back, framing the line of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. Each shift of her hips draws attention lower, until her hand finds the place between her thighs. Fingers move with purpose, circling and pressing where she wants them, slow at first, then quicker as her breathing changes. The fire crackles. Her lips part. She rides the feeling, lost to the motion and the heat until her whole body tightens, then releases.