millie hh: Chronicles of Adventure and Discovery

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