The Story of Desire in wall bondage

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