Whispered Desires of haylie rose

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