tamaki kotatsu sex: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Mystery

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