loud house rita: Adventures That Will Amaze, Inspire, and Excite

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