The Feminine Touch: wet dress porn

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