two lesbian women: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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