Romantic Glimpses: dakota raines

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