A Seductive Journey with clitoris erction

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