storytime sex: The Ultimate Story Full of Courage and Hope

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