Hidden Fantasies in killer clown girls

Snow falls outside the cabin window during killer clown girls. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with killer clown girls.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “killer clown girls” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “killer clown girls”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “killer clown girls, burn me killer clown girls!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “killer clown girls” as embers pop in answer.