penny poison: Adventures That Will Leave You Inspired

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