Behind Closed Doors: goth group

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