Touch of Frost

Cold weather means you need somebody hot to handle it, and Fiona fits the bill. The boots are dope. The rest of the outfit is winter-gear tourist crap. She prefers showing off bare skin, period. Every day she heads out for her coffee run before she comes back and passes yours over, pumpkin spice in her free hand. Today she keeps hers outside the house because her fingers are frozen, so she presses both palms right to your body. You aren't doing shit this afternoon anyway. She's thirsty for something else—your cock straight down her throat. The drinks can wait. She wants heat between her legs, and right now that's your job. You'll both be rutting it out in 8K, skin on skin, chasing warmth in Denver frost. No clothes, no heating bills, just sweat and friction until the final load paints her face.