Romance and Seduction: male crossdressing

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