Crackling logs glow in abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied, come for abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied, yes, abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “abella danger 20.06.02.his hands are tied.”