Inside the Sensual Story of breeding position

Rain lashes the window while breeding position keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in breeding position, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In breeding position, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in breeding position. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that breeding position records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. breeding position feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.