

Winter...π Light hoarfrost on the windows, my breath turns to steam, and my cheeks blush with cold. You walk into the house, shaking the snow out of your hair, and then I go to you - in a fluffy blanket, but nothing underneath. πJust hot skin craving your touch.You sit down next to me, and I whisper softly: "Warm me up..." Your hands slide lower and you feel the cold winter air give way to the heat inside me. My pussy is already wet... but not from snow. Winter isn't just snowmen and hot tea. It's the moments when the icy chill outside the window makes our touches even hotter. When the warmth of your breath and greedy fingers melt even the toughest ice. βοΈπ₯