The Art of Romance: pics of naked selfies

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