Tales of Hidden Passion and Romance in jackoff friends

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