Behind the Curtain of mother seduces her son: Secret Dreams

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