PRIMAL LÀM TÌNH ĐỂ LÀM CHO BẠN TAN CHẢY CÂU CHUYỆN ÂM THANH KHIÊU DÂM ASMR

It was a cold winter's morning and I had come downstairs in my dressing gown.

The air was crisp and cold.

You were still sound ****** in your bed.

We had become accustomed to the fire being lit, the crackling of the embers, the heat

that protruded the room.