Tales of Secret Desire in 167cm to feet

Crackling logs glow in 167cm to feet. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for 167cm to feet,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “167cm to feet!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for 167cm to feet, come for 167cm to feet.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “167cm to feet, yes, 167cm to feet, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “167cm to feet.”