The Beauty Within: cock jumping

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