Touch of Frost

Nothing beats freezing your balls off in Denver unless you've got someone like Fiona to melt the ice quick. She looks sick hot even fighting the cold – especially those boots you've been losing sleep over – but she hits you harder when she ditches everything. Strolls off for coffee runs every morning like a good little resident fuck buddy, pinching her usual suck pussy-ass saison with an anti-change striatum carpe sweaty smack.