All night the wind howls, but inside the room in Bear Mountain Lodge all is warm and cozy. In the morning, Jamie awakens late, mind and body rested, full of well-being and Andrew’s cum. She gets out of bed and pads to the frost-covered window, scrapes clear a small patch of the sun-brightened crystals, and looks out. Drifts of pure white cover everything. Some ten feet from the window sits a small bunny, huddled into itself. Jamie watches it, trying to detect its breath, its shiver.

Andrew’s touch at her shoulders startles her. She can feel his cock brush her bare bottom. His lips nuzzle her neck just below her ear. “What are you up to?” he whispers.

“There’s a bunny out there. Poor dear, she might be frozen. Do you think we should try and rescue her?”

Andrew nibbles Jamie’s earlobe, then kisses her shoulder. The kisses travel Jamie’s spine, a slow but inexorable descent that eventually arrives at the apex of Jamie’s ass. The pleasure causes Jamie to tremble and clench.

Andrew’s warm hands pry apart Jamie’s buns. She shuffles her feet to widen her stance and bends slightly as Andrew’s tongue carefully traces the collar of her anus, the cuff of her cunt. “Oh, oh, oh,” Jamie exhales, squeezing shut her eyes as if to ward off the avalanche of orgasm.

Helplessly she succumbs. The breath of her ecstasy seizes the glass and crystallizes instantly, blotting out the bunny.

She sags to the carpet.

“You okay?” Andrew whispers.

From the back of her throat she growls, “You’ve six seconds to get your cock in my cunt.”

It takes him only three.