In the wintry forest, she walks, kicking through the crunchy snow. A pair of red nylon pantyhose covers her golden legs, their silky texture swaying with each step. Her plump breasts are bundled tightly in a sweater, but the snow doesn’t seem to deter her hardening nipples. She climbs a tree and pulls her nylon-clad legs up onto the branches. She spreads her legs, her hips sliding against each other, and grinds her crotch into the fabric. Drops of moisture seep through the material, and her breathing quickens. She pushes her chest out, her pantyhose-covered breasts dancing with her movements. The snowflakes softly brush against her skin, but nothing can dampen her lust. With each passing moment, her eyes glaze over with desire as she takes in the majesty of the wintry landscape around her. A peace that she’s taken to calling her own.