Sensual Stories: horny corner

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