Romance and Desire: erica costello

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