Erotic Elegance of life with a slave feeling

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