The Intimate Secrets of ashenale

By the fireplace, ashenale lounges in nothing but thigh-high stockings. Flames dance across her skin as she trails a feather tease over sensitive nipples, down to her aching clit. She spreads wide on the bearskin rug, inserting a string of thick anal beads one by one while rubbing her pussy furiously. Each tug on the beads makes ashenale moan deeper, hips lifting off the floor. When she yanks them out in one swift pull, ashenale screams through an explosive orgasm, her entire body convulsing in fiery pleasure.