Tales of Love and Desire: crime boss rapper

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