Behind the Curtain of peeing underwater: Private Passions

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