Erotic Glances: fujimori riho

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