Tales of Secret Desire in naked wife in the garden

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