Behind the Curtain: Erotic Sensuality in rei ayanami hentay

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