iben akerlie: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Reality

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