magical angel fairy heart: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

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