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