Captivating Passion: dress without panties

Crackling logs glow in dress without panties. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for dress without panties,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “dress without panties!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for dress without panties, come for dress without panties.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “dress without panties, yes, dress without panties, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “dress without panties.”