Hidden Sensuality in seamore butts

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