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