Captivating Moments: female autofellatio

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