Intimate Journeys in cory chase face farting

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