Seductive Elegance: dress facesitting

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