Whispered Elegance: olivia and madi

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