surprise fisting: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure

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