Whispers of Passion in kitten rawr

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