Moments of Romance in converse shoesession

Outside blizzards rage, inside converse shoesession glows only by firelight. Naked on bearskin rug, she spreads wide, heat licking her skin like a second lover. “Melt for converse shoesession,” she whispers, sliding a glass dildo carved from ice alongside frantic fingers. The contrast makes her scream “converse shoesession” until her voice cracks. She comes in violent shudders, squirting steam into the frigid air—pure molten “converse shoesession” against the snow.