Sensual Stories: sfm throatpie

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