angela kitty: Adventures That Will Amaze and Inspire You

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