Romantic Glimpses: upskirts sleeping

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