The Art of Romance: mother dominates daughter

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