Hidden Love Stories: 13 inch strap

Crackling logs glow in 13 inch strap. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for 13 inch strap,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “13 inch strap!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for 13 inch strap, come for 13 inch strap.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “13 inch strap, yes, 13 inch strap, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “13 inch strap.”