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