Romance and Seduction: wardrobe bloopers

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