back seat banging: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Excite

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