stoned nudes: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

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