Passionate Stories in the twins r34

Crackling logs glow in the twins r34. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for the twins r34,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “the twins r34!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for the twins r34, come for the twins r34.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “the twins r34, yes, the twins r34, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “the twins r34.”